The soft sounds of the jungle enveloped Katty as she drifted into a restless sleep, the warmth of the stone slab beneath her and the rhythmic breathing of her baby Zena beside her providing a false sense of security. The scent of wildflowers mingled with the lingering aroma of cooked meat, a stark contrast to the rancid air of the world she had fled. Yet, even in this strange paradise, her mind raced with worry.

As dawn broke, the sunlight filtered through the thatched roof, casting playful shadows on the walls of Harvey's hut. The chirping of exotic birds filled the air, but Katty's heart was heavy. She had survived the apocalypse, but now she found herself in a realm filled with beings she had only read about in novels. Would Harvey be her ally or another threat?