Seren followed behind them at an unhurried pace, the sled and gathered branches dragging softly over the sand and broken shells beneath their feet. Her eyes moved constantly, not in nervousness but in quiet observation, cataloging the shape of the work they were building piece by piece.
By the time they reached the camp, the sound of activity had already grown louder. Ginger and Mari were working near the trees, hauling sections of the salvaged pod into position while Guilia moved to help secure the panels.
Seren slowed slightly as she watched Mari test the barrier.
The charge into the reinforced panel sent a dull thud echoing between the trees. The structure held firm, the wood and metal flexing just enough before settling back into place. When Mari rubbed her shoulder and grinned, Seren's lips curved faintly in quiet approval.
"That will hold," she said calmly, stepping closer to examine the way the panel had been wedged between the trunks and reinforced with stone. Her fingers brushed lightly along the metal plating, feeling the vibration left from the impact.
"Narrowing the entrance was a good decision. Anything larger coming through will have to slow down first."
Her gaze shifted briefly toward the shoreline where the waves broke against the rocks, then back toward the growing structure of their barricade.
"And slowing things down gives us time."
She straightened, looking over the rest of the materials they had brought in.
"Once the fencing is finished we can reinforce the approach with debris and smaller barriers. It will not stop everything, but it will force anything coming through to move exactly where we want it."
Her eyes drifted toward the fruit compartments they had collected, the faintest hint of relief appearing in her expression.
"And food besides."
A quiet smile touched her lips.
"For a group of survivors building shelter from broken pods and driftwood, we are doing surprisingly well."
Jesse Organa