As the morning sun gently filtered through the windows of the hideout, Noa stirred awake. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he took a moment to orient himself.
Surrounding him were the sounds of bustling activity and the sight of metamutants, local scientists, and the members of Silver Cross going about their daily routines.
Curiosity piqued, Noa sat up and observed his surroundings. Greg, a metamutant who he met yesterday was busy distributing food boxes. While the others carry out their respective duties.
Noa couldn't help but admire their dedication and resilience. Despite the challenges they faced, both the metamutants and rebels carried themselves with a sense of purpose.
Noa got up and went to the toilet to clean himself. They had repaired the water tank that was damaged last night and now they had no problems with water.
After finishing and getting dressed again, his appearance looked neat and fresh. He decided to look for his friends.