Vinden blåste kaldt over den øde sletten.

The wind blew cold over the desolate plain.

Lars knep øynene sammen mot den fine, giftige støven som virvlet rundt dem.

Lars squinted his eyes against the fine, toxic dust swirling around them.

Ved siden av gikk Kari og Nils, begge slitne og tause.

Beside him walked Kari and Nils, both weary and silent.

Tidligere morgen hadde de hørt det svake radiosignalet.

Earlier that morning, they had heard the faint radio signal.

Et håp om et trygt sted, men det kunne også være en felle.

A hope for a safe place, but it could also be a trap.

"Er du sikker på at det er riktig vei?

"Are you sure it's the right way?"

" spurte Kari, stemmen hennes full av skepsis.

asked Kari, her voice full of skepticism.

"Ja," svarte Lars bestemt.

"Yes," replied Lars decisively.

"Vi må bare fortsette.

"We just have to keep going.

Det er ikke annet valg.

There's no other choice."

"Turen var farlig.

The journey was dangerous.

Ruinene av gamle bygninger stakk opp som spøkelsesaktige skjeletter i landskapet.

The ruins of old buildings jutted out like ghostly skeletons in the landscape.

Det var tidlig vår, men luften var fortsatt bitende, og ingen blomster hadde funnet mot til å trosse kulden.

It was early spring, but the air was still biting, and no flowers had found the courage to defy the cold.

De fikk lite energi fra de halvspiste hermetikkboksene de hadde med seg.

They got little energy from the half-eaten canned goods they brought with them.

På den forsiktige milen mot signalets kilde, vokste mistroen mellom dem.

On the cautious mile toward the signal's source, distrust between them grew.

Lars visste det.

Lars knew it.

Han følte på Nils' stirrende blikk når de debatterte ruten.

He could feel Nils' staring gaze when they debated the route.

"Vi burde ha gått den andre veien," mumlet Nils stille bak dem.

"We should've taken the other way," Nils mumbled quietly behind them.

"Vi har ikke råd til å tvile nå," argumenterte Lars.

"We can't afford to doubt now," argued Lars.

Han kunne ikke kaste bort mer tid på diskusjoner.

He couldn't waste more time on discussions.

De måtte finne denne påståtte 'sinne', enten det var trygt eller en illusjon.

They had to find this supposed 'refuge,' whether it was safe or an illusion.

Da de nærmet seg koordinatene signalet kom fra, begynte nervøsiteten å øke.

As they approached the coordinates the signal came from, nervousness began to rise.

Synet som møtte dem var skremmende.

The sight that greeted them was frightening.

En samling bygninger lå der stille, men noe føltes galt.

A collection of buildings lay there silently, but something felt wrong.

Stillheten var for tett.

The silence was too dense.

Plutselig ble de omringet av figurer som reiste seg fra skyggene.

Suddenly, they were surrounded by figures that rose from the shadows.

Scavengers, som de kalte dem – menn og kvinner uten skrupler, desperate i de giftige ruinene.

Scavengers, as they called them—men and women without scruples, desperate in the toxic ruins.

Lars tenkte raskt.

Lars thought quickly.

Han kastet en metallbit bak dem, og mens scavengerne midlertidig ble distrahert, tok han ledelsen.

He tossed a metal piece behind them, and while the scavengers were momentarily distracted, he took the lead.

"Løp!

"Run!"

" ropte han, og de la på sprang gjennom et smalt pass mellom bygningene.

he shouted, and they dashed through a narrow pass between the buildings.

Det var da de fant det.

It was then they found it.

En skjult dal, gjemt bort fra den giftige vinden.

A hidden valley, tucked away from the toxic wind.

Her var trær som begynte å spire små grønne knopper.

Here were trees beginning to sprout small green buds.

En bitteliten gresstust brøt gjennom den tørre bakken.

A tiny patch of grass broke through the dry ground.

Kari og Nils smilte for første gang på lenge.

Kari and Nils smiled for the first time in a long while.

"Vi klarte det," sa Kari andektig.

"We did it," said Kari reverently.

Lars, som alltid hadde fryktet ensomheten etter å ha mistet alt, sto nå blant venner.

Lars, who had always feared loneliness after losing everything, now stood among friends.

Han innså at deres tillit, deres samhold, var hans trygghet.

He realized that their trust, their unity, was his safety.

Han så ut over dalen og visste at de kunne skape noe nytt her.

He looked out over the valley and knew they could create something new here.

En ny begynnelse for dem alle.

A new beginning for all of them.

Med nølende letthet lot Lars skuldrene falle.

With hesitant ease, Lars let his shoulders drop.

Han trengte ikke å bære alt alene lenger.

He didn't need to carry everything alone anymore.

Sammen, ville de bygge.

Together, they would build.

Sammen, ville de overleve.

Together, they would survive.

I denne skjulte dalen kunne de endelig finne ro.

In this hidden valley, they could finally find peace.