Every time the tectonic plates shift we suffer losses. Not just material ones. People die, the ground swallows them up. It’s like the planet is trying to remake itself afresh.
There are so few of us left now and it’s up to me to make sure we survive and find a new home where we can rebuild. For now, we have to find a temporary shelter, take stock of our supplies and regroup. There used to be a mountain on the other side of the plain but it’s been shattered and broken up by the shifts. We will find shelter there before nightfall so long as everyone follows me. I must group them together and get them to work with each other.