As much as the wildlands looked forested and wild outside, inside the tunnel it was the compete opposite. This was a man-made tunnel, lined with gas lights, that all came on at the turn of a knob.

The people who had been following me all relaxed at this sign of civilization.

But I didn’t. I had been instructing them for only a week. I did not know much about them. I could be leading a Trunist spy right inside the heart of our operation!

Still, I had no choice. Our laws stated that in danger, we save everyone we can, no matter what side they are on. We had one detaining area for those found to be enemies. I hoped it was enough.

At the end of the tunnel was a large room, a garage of sorts where we kept a few emergency vehicles, scavaged and repaired. There was also a computer, a massive, talking one.

“Computer! Show all red zones on the map!”
A large projector screen dropped down and a physical map of the wildlands was shown with what looked like weather radar bands of color.

Many were red.