Sailing days were dull and tasteless.
Especially when they couldn't go into the sea and were confined to a restricted space, this feeling amplified exponentially.
During the previous ten days of sailing, all the crew members brought from the Tundra Shelter had almost reached their personal breaking points. By the last two days, many people had nowhere to vent their excess energy, suffering from insomnia night after night. This was why they rejoiced so wildly, jumping into the sea to vent when the Hope One finally anchored.
Setting off once again for The New World, these people originally thought they would have to repeat those oppressive days. However, reality developed far beyond their expectations.
April 1st.
The fourth month since all humans arrived in the wasteland.
The seventh day since the Hope One departed from the basin.
In Dormitory 135.
