Jacob slowly opened his eyes to the smell of petrichor. Small rain droplets landed on his skin, causing him to flinch and rub his face. He moved his hair out of his face to study his surroundings. He was laying in an open field of grass alongside many of his comrades. They were all still sleeping, their chests slowly rising and falling as they breathed. Jacob rubbed his head when he finally heard a voice sound behind him.
"You're finally up. I thought I'd have to burry another one."
Harold was looking at Jacob with an anguished expression. There were dark circles around his eyes with wrinkles. It looked like he hadn't slept in days. Abby looked to be in a similar state. She was currently spoon-feeding water into Luna's mouth using her hands.
"We made it?"
Harold kept his brown eyes locked on Jacob.
"Most of you. You're the first person to wake up out of everyone else. To be honest, Abby and I started losing hope."
