The list didn’t show scrap. It showed coordinates. 233 individual markers bloomed across his holographic map, glowing a deep, impossible blue.
"Twenty-one... twenty-two..." he whispered, his heart hammering against his ribs.
Should we expand on at the first coordinate, or
He grabbed his pack and started walking toward the nearest blue dot. He had 233 reasons to believe the world wasn't dead yet.
The list didn’t show scrap. It showed coordinates. 233 individual markers bloomed across his holographic map, glowing a deep, impossible blue.
"Twenty-one... twenty-two..." he whispered, his heart hammering against his ribs.
Should we expand on at the first coordinate, or
He grabbed his pack and started walking toward the nearest blue dot. He had 233 reasons to believe the world wasn't dead yet.