"???"
"What is this all about, Corra??" asked the short black-haired woman. "We just got here! Why do we suddenly need to leave!? Just who was it that sent you that letter!??"
"Emma…" Corra murmured, her voice shaking. "Just trust me on this one; it has to do with the World's End Gate Raid. Things… are not as the government says…"
"What does that mean!? Will the World's End Gate Raid not succeed—"
"Emma!" Corra shouted, rocking her back and forth by her shoulders. "We must leave! This person—the one from my hometown—he wouldn't lie to me. He and my late father…they were good friends…"
"Corra…" Emma said emotionally. "Okay, I'll go. Just let me pack my things and inform the others. But if we go through with this… just how long will we need to stay in the bunker…?"
Corra's complexion turned ashen. "If what was stated in the letter is accurate, then we might only be gone for days. But in a worst-case scenario, it could turn out to be weeks, months, or even… years…"
