It was March 25th, wasteland time.
The rain that had been pattering down all day finally stopped at two in the morning, and the thick clouds in the sky gradually vanished. At six o'clock in the morning, before the sky had even brightened, many crew members woke up early. As they walked around, although most villagers sported prominent dark circles under their eyes, the excitement on their faces was palpable.
In terms of comfort, Hope One's cabins weren't much better than the caves. Especially now, with so many people, eight or even ten individuals had to squeeze into a small space. Comfort was completely out of the question. But when it came to the sense of security and peace of mind, the caves could not even begin to compare to these tiny cabins. Lying here, no one had to worry about night attacks from the alien race or individuals with malicious intentions. Lying here, they didn't have to worry about what to do tomorrow or the day after. Their happiness had greatly increased.
