Dave nodded in agreement. "I think you're right. If they were truly desperate to kill us, they wouldn't be taking their time to herd us or chase us around. We're cornered, and there's only one entrance."
"Sure, they can't come in, but they could easily lob a few grenades and finish us off if they wanted. They've clearly considered that. But it seems… they need us for something else. Killing us outright just isn't part of their plan."
Luke let out a tired sigh. "Let's rest for a moment, conserve our energy, and see what their next move is. We'll act accordingly," he said. "Until then, keep your senses sharp, especially your hearing."
He leaned back against the dusty board behind him, unconcerned with his appearance or how filthy he'd become. His assault rifle rested casually in his arm, the barrel angled upward as if it were an extension of himself, ever ready despite his seemingly relaxed posture.
