LOGINThe supply meeting was worse than I expected. Elise stood at the front of the cafeteria beside a hand-drawn map.Crimson leaned against the wall. Blake stood near the windows. Rebecca had a notebook open.“There are forty-eight of us,” Elise said. “Our food is stable for now, but medicine is low. Water is manageable as long as the pumps keep working.”“Which they won’t forever,” Blake added.Elise nodded. “Which is why we prepare.”She pointed at several locations marked on the map. “Tomorrow, we send a small team.”My stomach tightened. Scavenge run. Of course.“We need canned food, medical supplies, batteries, fuel if we can find it.”Silence. Everyone knew what that meant. Leaving the fence. Returning to the city. Walkers. Maybe worse.Elise looked around. “I won’t force anyone.”Nobody moved. Rebecca stared at the floor. Someone coughed.Then Liam stepped forward. “We’ll go.”I turned. “We?”He looked at me.Crimson shut his eyes. “Oh no.”I stared at Liam. “You did not just volun
Fence repair took most of the morning. I volunteered before anyone could tell me not to. Liam was already outside carrying sheet metal when I joined the group.He saw me. Didn’t say anything. That was worse than if he’d complained.I walked over. “You still mad?”“I’m not mad,” Liam answered.“Right.”“I’m not.”“You’re aggressively not mad.”He sighed. “Vi.”“What?”“I just don’t want you getting hurt.”“I know.”“That’s it.”I studied him. His expression looked tired more than angry now.I bumped my shoulder against his. “Okay.”“Okay?”“Okay.”He looked surprised. “You’re not going to argue?”“Do you want me to?”“No.”“Then enjoy this rare miracle.”His mouth twitched. There. My Liam again.“Grab the other side.”We lifted a sheet of metal together. Across the yard, Blake was showing two people where to attach another panel. He looked toward us.Liam noticed. “Don’t.”I blinked. “I didn’t say anything.”“You were about to.”“I actually wasn’t.”“Your face was.”I laughed. “Apparen
I woke to the sound of someone arguing. For half a second, panic shot through me. My hand flew toward the knife beside my mattress. Then the room came back into focus.Classroom. Mattresses. Blankets. Morning light leaking around the boards covering the windows. School. Safe. Or whatever passed for safe now. The argument came from the hallway.“I’m telling you, we need to reinforce the west fence.”“And I’m telling you we don’t have enough sheet metal.”“Then take it off the gym doors.”“And leave another entrance exposed?”I recognized Blake’s voice. The second belonged to someone I hadn’t met.Beside me, Liam groaned and pulled his blanket over his head. “Too early.”I sat up. “You’ve slept for like nine hours.”“Not enough.”“You told me sleeping too much would get us killed.”“I’ve reconsidered.”I smiled. “You want breakfast?”His head appeared from beneath the blanket. “Are you making it?”“No.”“Then yes.”I threw my pillow at him.He caught it without opening his eyes. “Violen
I couldn’t sleep. Of course. For weeks, I’d dreamed about finding somewhere safe enough to close my eyes without holding a knife.Now I had it. And my brain apparently wanted no part of it. Liam slept on the mattress beside mine. The older woman across the room snored softly. Someone shifted beneath a blanket.I stared at the ceiling. Eventually, I gave up. I slipped on my shoes and stepped into the hallway. The school felt different at night. Quieter.Emergency lanterns glowed at intersections, leaving long stretches of hallway dim. I wandered downstairs. I wasn’t sure where I was going.Then I noticed the open front doors. Someone sat outside. Blake. He was perched on the hood of a car just inside the barricade, one knee drawn up, knife resting beside him.His head turned as I approached. “Can’t sleep?”I stopped. “How did you know I was there?”“You’re loud.”“I am not.”“You are.”“Everyone here is rude.” I frowned.A faint smile touched his mouth. I stepped outside. The night air
I found Elise in the nurse’s office later that evening. She was sorting supplies into plastic bins. Bandages. Painkillers. Antibiotics. Not many.I stood in the doorway. “You need help?”She glanced up. “You don’t have to work your first night.”“I know.”“Then why are you offering?”I shrugged. “I don’t know what else to do.”That earned a smile. “Come in.”I sat across from her.She slid a pile of bandages toward me. “Those need to be separated by size.”I started sorting. For a few minutes, neither of us spoke.Then I asked, “How much food do we really have?”Elise stopped. “Rebecca?”“She said maybe three weeks.”“Rebecca worries.”“That doesn’t mean she’s wrong.”“No.”I waited.Elise sighed. “If nothing changes? Somewhere between three and four weeks.”My stomach sank.“But something always changes,” she continued. “We find supplies. People bring things with them. We adapt.”“And if more people come?” I asked.“We adapt again.”“You make that sound easy.”“It isn’t.”I folded an
Dinner was canned stew. I had never been so happy to see canned stew in my life. People crowded around cafeteria tables, eating from mismatched bowls and cups. Some talked quietly. Others barely spoke.Liam sat across from me.Crimson dropped into the seat beside him with his own bowl. “Good news.”I looked up. “We have cookies?”“No.” Crimson frowned.“Then I don’t care.”“The kid got one.”I stared at him. “You lied.”“I said we might have cookies.”“You had cookies.”“Had.”“You gave him the last one?”Crimson took a bite of stew. “Maybe.”I smiled.He pointed his spoon at me. “Don’t make it weird.”“I didn’t say anything.”“Your face did.”Liam looked between us. “Apparently Violet’s face has become a serious problem today.”“Thank you,” Crimson said.“You’re both annoying.” I frowned, crossing my arms.“See?” Liam looked at Crimson. “This is what I deal with.”Crimson nodded sympathetically. “Must be difficult.”“I hope you choke,” I grumbled.“Violent too.” Liam smirked.I kicke







