Ethan didn't even acknowledge him—just walked right past like he didn't exist, heading straight toward the compound inside the wall.
Chris followed behind, then turned back to toss out a warning. "Kid, you oughta be grateful. He just saved your ass. And take it from me—don't go doing anything stupid."
Logan clenched his jaw, veins bulging on his forehead. He was fuming, but in the end, he swallowed it down and didn't lash out.
Visitors showing up in the desert Oasis? That was rare enough to stir up a buzz.
People were whispering, curious about where these strangers had come from.
Thomas led Ethan and the others into a wide wooden cabin—the kind of place that passed for official around here. It was where the Oasis leadership lived.
The place was barebones. A few wooden chairs scattered around, dim lights flickering and crackling overhead.
That buzzing? Not ambiance—just the sound of a power grid on its last legs.
