After eating, Evelyn went back to her room to rest for a few hours. When she woke up, she and Ronan left the space to continue their search for the others. Even if they couldn't find any escaped survivors, they still had to collect the bodies of those who died along the escape routes.
It was six in the morning. The wind was strong and the temperature was low. Evelyn took out a thermometer to take a look—it was only eight degrees. Luckily, she was dressed warmly.
The bodies they found that morning were scattered in different directions, suggesting the escapees hadn't all fled the same way. So far, they had found fewer than a hundred bodies. At this mortality rate, most people should have survived the ordeal—a blessing in disguise, just as Ronan had said.
