The system woke me up with a cheerful chime.
[Day 2 Initiated]
[Squad Morale: Irrationally High]
[Navigation Rating: Catastrophic]
[Reminder: You Are Still Lost]
I groaned into the dirt.
Dirt didn't answer. Coward.
Across the clearing, Flick was completely tangled in what used to be our only intact tent. His bell jingled softly as he struggled.
"I was testing emergency escape protocols," he said proudly when I glared.
"You passed. Congratulations. You're banned from further testing."
He saluted. The tent gave up on physics.
Cinders stomped over, holding her crumpled hydration chart like it was a death sentence. "None of you recorded your water intake."
Relay waved a paw vaguely. "I thought water was implied."
Implied hydration. That's where we were as a species now.
Tinker, who had somehow duct-taped his golem sensor to his head, muttered, "The device says we've moved exactly zero meters from last night."
I buried my face deeper into my claws.
