At the settlement gathering of their Council I present what evidence I have. Photographs I’ve taken. My own eye-witness account of events. I even mention Art and Luca, how their settlement disappeared in minutes.
Even though I have brought proof no one in this settlement believes me. Most just brush me off and some even accuse me of falsifying the photographs, of presenting evidence to suit my purpose. They clearly don’t trust me. They just don’t want to believe that things have changed. I have no other option but to move on with my group.
Five minutes in, as we move further away, I hear someone calling me. A boy is running after us. I have a choice to make. I can let him join us or I can send him back to the settlement.
Just then we all feel a tremor. I am about to yell at everyone to start moving and I wonder why my senses didn’t warn me about this one. Then I realize that this tremor is different. The ground shakes underfoot by the impact of a thousand hoofs as a large herd of Bisons is heading right our way.
Trapped by the rising rocks on either side we are now in a ravine facing certain death galloping towards us. The terrain and the circumstances, as always, narrow down the options available to us. We have to run or we have to climb. The wrong choice here will mean some of us will fail to see the sun rise the next day.