로그인Nobody slept well after the Watcher smiled.By sunrise, the Fire Tower moved with the strained quiet of a settlement pretending it had not spent the night listening to the woods. Fires were lit, breakfast was cooked, water was carried from the barrels to the cabins, and yet every task seemed to require more people than it had the day before.No one went for water alone.No one checked the fence alone.Even the children stayed closer to the main cabin, watched by adults who tried very hard not to look frightened.Evelyn stepped outside with a cup of bitter coffee to warm her hands and immediately felt the change. The settlement had survived infected attacks, food shortages, storms, and grief, but this was different. Those dangers had pushed against the walls.The Watcher had looked over them.That felt more intimate somehow.More violating.Near the western fence, Dean crouched beside a patch of mud while Caleb and Mark stood over him. Their faces told Evelyn enough before she reached
Nobody used the word monster. That made it worse.Monster would have been simple.A monster attacked. A monster was killed. A monster could be hunted, trapped, burned, or shot if enough people were desperate and lucky.Whatever stood at the treeline the night before had not attacked.It had waited until people saw it.Then it left.By morning, the entire settlement had changed around that fact.People moved in groups even inside the fence. The children were kept near the main cabin. The western patrol route was abandoned until daylight, and even then, nobody volunteered until Warren finally assigned names.He did not argue when Dean requested to join the search.He did not argue when Evelyn said she was going too.That alone showed how much had changed.The search party left after breakfast.Evelyn, Rowan, Dean, and Caleb crossed the western gate while Warren stood inside, watching them go. For once, he didn’t offer an order disguised as advice.He only said, “Don’t chase it.”Dean ga
By morning, the Fire Tower felt different. People still moved through their routines. Fires were lit. Water was carried. Breakfast was cooked in the main cabin while guards changed shifts along the fence.From a distance, everything looked normal. Up close, nobody stood with their back to the trees anymore.Evelyn noticed it everywhere.A woman hanging laundry kept glancing over her shoulder. Mark checked the same stretch of fence three times before admitting he had already done it. Even Warren assigned patrols in pairs without arguing when Caleb suggested it.Nobody wanted to say they were afraid of something they barely understood, but that didn’t make them less afraid.Lily refused to leave the cabin steps. Nora tried coaxing her toward the water barrels after breakfast, but Lily stood rooted in place with one hand curled around the railing.“It’s closer today,” she said.The words quieted everyone nearby.Nora’s face went pale. “What is it?”Lily looked toward the western trees.S
By morning, everyone had heard about the feeling.Tracks could be argued with. People could blame rain, bad light, soft ground, fear, or imagination. They could call it an animal print distorted by mud, or a human track, stretched by panic, but feelings were hard to argue with.The sense of being watched by something they couldn’t see that Mark and Tess had described. People laughed it off at first, but the laughter didn’t last long. Too many strange warnings had turned out to be real, and nobody at the Fire Tower trusted easy explanations the way they used to.Evelyn found Lily near the cabin steps after breakfast. The little girl stood with her arms crossed while Nora tried to coax her toward the laundry line near the western fence.“I’m not going over there,” Lily said.Nora sighed. “It’s laundry, not a battlefield.”“I don’t like it.”Evelyn stopped walking.The laundry line stood inside the fence, close to the trees but nowhere near the gate. Nothing moved beyond it. Nothing look
The memory of the river town followed Evelyn back to the Fire Tower.The empty streets remained miles away along the Columbia, sitting beneath gray skies and silent docks.Yet she couldn't stop thinking about it.The abandoned homes.The untouched grocery store.The half-finished cup of coffee beside the register.People had left. Not died or fled. Left.The distinction bothered her more every time she thought about it.By the time the truck rolled through the gate that afternoon, most of the settlement was waiting.Word traveled quickly in places like the Fire Tower.Especially when scouting teams returned with more questions than answers.Evelyn climbed out of the passenger seat and immediately spotted Warren near the main cabin.He wasn't pacing. That alone told Evelyn he was worried.Warren only stood still when he was trying very hard not to show concern."Well?" he asked as the group approached.Dean removed a folded notebook page from his pocket. "I found something."The statem
The next morning began with a map spread across the table and an uncomfortable silence hanging over the room.Helen's story about the abandoned river town had settled into everyone's thoughts overnight. It lingered in conversations during breakfast and resurfaced whenever people discussed routes north.Nobody liked unanswered questions. Especially not questions involving entire towns disappearing."We should take a look," Dean finally said.Warren frowned. "Why?""Because if people are abandoning settlements without a fight, I'd like to know why."Several heads nodded.Evelyn found herself doing the same. The story bothered her more than she wanted to admit. Not because towns were being abandoned. Because the decision seemed voluntary.People had left. Not fled. Not died. Left.That distinction continued to scratch at the back of her mind.An hour later, a small scouting team rolled out of the Fire Tower compound.Evelyn sat in the passenger seat while Caleb drove. Rowan occupied the







