Mark woke to silence.For several seconds, he lay still, staring at the ceiling as he struggled to remember where he was. His head felt heavy, and his mouth was painfully dry. When he tried to move, his muscles felt weak, as though whatever had happened had drained every bit of strength from his body.Then the memories came rushing back.Emily.The food.The survivors collapsing around him. And Emily standing there, watching him with that calm, almost loving smile.Mark suddenly pushed himself upright.His head spun violently, forcing him to grip the edge of the table until the room finally steadied. He looked around the house, his eyes moving from one survivor to another.The house was quiet.Several survivors were still slumped over the table and chairs, while others lay on the floor. A few had begun to stir, groaning softly as they slowly regained consciousness.Mark barely noticed them.His eyes immediately went to the corner where he had left his supplies.His bag was gone.Mark
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