"Get ready!"
Without saying anything further, a tacit understanding of respecting John's secrets was established silently during their march towards the incoming giants.
John didn't mind things ending up this way; after all, Ricky and Cissel kept their secrets close to their hearts, and he intended to do the same.
In this world, survival was the only currency that mattered, and if John's intuition kept them alive, they were willing to overlook the impossible accuracy rate of his predictions.
Once they arrived near the roiling brown fog wall, John checked the map one last time. Out of the initial one hundred giants, only fifty-three had survived the deadly fog tide's thunder and lightning. They were exhausted, terrified, and only minutes away from breaching the perimeter into the clear zone.
