Willow Yardley raised a hand to her eyes, focusing them. The situation on the approaching raft became crystal clear. "It's a Level Five Raft. There's a well-built man on it, about thirty years old."
"Are there any other rafts appearing from other directions?"
"Besides the one that just showed up, Logan Langdon's is the closest to us."
Faye Yardley felt she must have a bit of a split personality. She genuinely didn't want to see humanity go extinct and hoped for more people to survive. She even liked the lively feeling of a bustling crowd, like seeing the constantly scrolling regional channel.
But at the same time, she hated having a lot of strangers around, especially when they just appeared out of nowhere. It made her feel like her peace was being shattered, and a sense of unease would wash over her.
She might have even had a touch of paranoia, always feeling like people who suddenly appeared near her had ill intentions.
BEEP BEEP BEEP~
'It's a call from Logan Langdon.'
