With the last thread of hope gone, Brandon's face dimmed. He liked to talk about "where there is life, there is hope," but in their current situation, surviving much longer was clearly unrealistic.Cyrus looked at him and spoke without warning. "In the end, you live or die by your own hands. Still, you did move me a little. You reminded me that even in the apocalypse, traces of human decency remain."He paused, then added with a light tone, "So don't say I gave you no chance."Cyrus reached into the oversized pocket of his coat with deliberate flair and rummaged inside. After a moment, he withdrew a bag of corn seeds and tossed it onto the ground.He kept searching. Wheat, rice, beans, potatoes, sweet potatoes, and more than a dozen other varieties of seeds and tubers spilled out and landed at Brandon's feet."This is your opportunity," Cyrus said calmly. "You can try growing food to keep yourselves alive. Or you can eat them directly. Do whatever you want. This is as far as I wil
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