Lucky’s POV, the day the portals closes:
My legs are heavy, and my mood is not something to write home about. It’s been ten days of trekking through endless farmlands, and we’ve found nothing. We even stretched our mission to last a few more days than planned, hoping to find something, but we haven’t even seen a living person. All that is left is finding the portal we came through and returning to our world.
We walk in a zigzagging line like they trained me to do. It’s nice spring weather, and I enjoy being in the middle of a fruit tree forest instead of the glaring sun we have had in other worlds. The change of scenery from fields and fields of different corn types or vegetables is quite enjoyable. My eyes are tired of only seeing the same landscape over and over again, so I let my mind
