As she spoke, Natalie used her backpack as cover to quietly pull out a large bundle of homemade sausages from her space. "Then let's add a dish." Olivia looked surprised. "You even brought sausages with you?" Natalie gave a small hum. "I made them last night, thought I'd bring them over for you all to try." Of course, that was a lie. These sausages were ones she had made long ago, during a stretch of boredom at home, and tucked straight into her space. Bringing them out now was just her way of adding to the table so they would not have to use up too much of their own food. Since Ghania was already cooking, it did not take long to wrap things up. With the sausages added and another plate cut up, dinner was ready soon enough. Everyone sat down, chatting as they ate. Remembering what she had seen earlier, Natalie mentioned, "By the way, when we came just now, we happened to see Wilona sneaking around outside your gate." Ghania's brows furrowed. "She's here again?" "Again?" Natalie raised a brow. Olivia nodded. "Yesterday, when she first moved in, she tried to talk to us. We ignored her. Later that night, just before bed, she came knocking again. But we had already sealed up the doors and windows, so we didn't respond." Natalie asked, "Could she be eyeing the supplies you've got in your yard?" Olivia nodded slightly. "That's possible." Ghania glanced at Harold but kept quiet. Natalie added, "Watch her for another couple of days. If the quakes stop, move your supplies inside. The yard's not safe." Olivia agreed. "That's what we were thinking too." As they ate, Natalie sighed. "Floods, extreme heat, acid rain, earthquakes, now this fog ... it just never stops." Olivia echoed, "Yeah, it doesn't even give us a chance to breathe." Ghania gave a bitter smile. "I just wonder what disaster will hit us next." She no longer dared to hope the disasters would end, only that the next one would not be so hard to endure. Natalie had been trying to gently steer their thoughts toward the possibility of extreme cold, but before she could, Harold set his utensils down and cut in. "I actually made a list. Wrote down every disaster I could think of. We can prepare for them ahead of time." He rushed into the other room and came back with a notebook. On the open page, notes and doodles filled the space. They passed it around. Extreme heat, extreme cold, heavy rain, blizzards, hailstorms, fog, tornadoes, acid rain, floods, tsunamis, earthquakes, typhoons, volcanic eruptions, sandstorms, meteor impacts, planetary explosion. Natalie twitched her lips. Well, that was thorough. He had even marked off the ones they had already been through, like the extreme heat and acid rain. Unsurprisingly, Harold had always been a survivalist at heart. While others passively endured, he was busy trying to predict what might come next. And sure enough, extreme cold and blizzards were on his list. That actually reassured her. A teammate like this was worth far more than people like Braxton and Tiffany, who only dragged her down. Still, when she saw some of the other disasters listed, she frowned. Were they really going to face every single one of these? That was terrifying. Harold tapped the last two entries. "If it ever gets to the point of the planet exploding, then we just lie down, hug each other, and smile our way to the end of this crazy life." Olivia clicked her tongue at the long list. "Feels like everything we've been through so far is just the easiest ones on here." "Anything else to add?" Harold asked, pen poised. They all fell into thought. Natalie thought of eternal night and, after a pause, hinted, "What if the sun disappeared?" Harold frowned. "That doesn't sound very scientific." Olivia pouted. "Have any of the disasters we've been through been scientific?" "Fair point," Harold muttered. He thought for a moment. "If the sun disappeared, it would be like the polar nights—twenty-four hours of darkness." "Then the opposite must exist too," Olivia added. "Polar day. The sun never sets." Harold scribbled both down in the notebook. Olivia tilted her head. "Those don't sound dangerous, though. Just darker or brighter." Natalie said nothing, calmly taking a bite of sausage. Dangerous, yes. When Braxton had mentioned eternal night, his terror had been palpable. But she could not say too much—talk of mutant animals would be too on the nose.And since she had not experienced it herself, she could only take it one step at a time. The group kept eating and discussing their disaster-prep strategies. But just as the conversation grew heated, a strange sound echoed from outside. Olivia set down her utensils. "Sounds like someone's knocking on the door?"