Ilyana tightened her grip on the longsword.Hunger gnawed at her, sharp and unrelenting, but it also fed something deeper—survival. When people were pushed far enough, the body uncovered strength it never knew it possessed.Inside the gym, the students wore expressions that hovered between numbness and madness. More than a month of watching people die, of living beneath a constant shadow of death, had warped them. No one emerged untouched.The night before, a young woman had taken advantage of the chaos and hanged herself from the basketball hoop. When morning came and they found her, no one cried.The silence felt worse than screams.Ilyana knew this could not continue. She was the only lecturer left, the only adult. If she did nothing, these children would rot here and die one by one. She had to gamble on a future for them.As she weighed her options, two figures approached, Christopher Wright and Sherrine Melbourn."Ms. Brandt," Christopher said.She looked up."Shouldn't w
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