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Charity drove through the deserted city with both hands firmly gripping the steering wheel, keeping her eyes on the road and the mirrors as she navigated the dark streets. The blackout had left entire neighborhoods without a single working streetlight, and the moon provided only enough illumination to reveal the outlines of abandoned vehicles, shuttered shops, and buildings that had become silent beneath the relentless heat. Even with the SUV’s windows tightly sealed and its cooling system running, she could feel the oppressive temperature whenever she passed a stretch of road where hot air rose from the asphalt in shimmering waves.The city looked strangely unfamiliar without its usual traffic and noise. Most people had retreated into their homes, hoping to escape the heat, while others had gathered in the few places where they believed they might find water or electricity. Charity passed a petrol station where several men were arguing beside empty pumps, then turned onto a quiet

Marcus took another step toward Charity, raising the heavy wrench in his hand as his sneer deepened. He seemed to believe that the weapon alone was enough to make her surrender, and the sight of her standing between him and his men only encouraged his arrogance. Behind him, the other three thugs spread out across the loading bay, cutting off the remaining space around her SUV.“You have been very lucky so far,” Marcus said, tightening his grip on the wrench. “You think your money, your security guards, and your fancy equipment make you untouchable, but your fortune ends tonight. Hand over the keys, and perhaps I will let you leave with your life.”Charity stared at him, disgusted by his confidence. Even after his failed attempt to rob her home, he had returned to prey on her again, convinced that the absence of security guards meant he could do whatever he wanted.She could see the greed in his eyes as he glanced toward the loaded SUV, already imagining how much he could sell the

Charity locked the heavy front gate behind her and waited until the electronic bolt slid firmly into place before turning toward the house. The early morning sky was already bright, and even through the reinforced windows, she could feel the oppressive heat pressing against the villa.Her clothes smelled faintly of dust and grain from the abandoned warehouse, but she had no intention of wasting time on a shower before securing her supplies.The flour, condensed milk, and canned tuna were worth more than their weight in gold now. With the city descending into chaos, every bag and tin she brought home meant another day of survival without depending on anyone.She drove the SUV into the underground garage, checked the security monitor to ensure the outer gate had closed properly, and headed straight for the basement. The moment she opened the door, a comfortable wave of cool air greeted her. The temperature remain

Greg stood in the kitchen doorway with the wrench hanging loosely from his hand, blocking the only convenient exit. His eyes remained fixed on the three bottles of water Daniel was clutching, and the sight of them seemed to awaken a hunger more intense than anything food could satisfy. His own supplies were running low, and he had spent the morning searching abandoned houses for anything that might keep him alive. Finding Daniel with a small collection of water and food had turned his disappointment into an opportunity he had no intention of wasting.“Hand over two bottles,” Greg demanded, extending his free hand. “And those noodles your mother is holding.”Daniel stared at him in disbelief. “We found them inside this house. You can’t just walk in here and take them.”Greg let out an unpleasant laugh. “Can’t I? Look around you, idiot. The police aren’t coming to pr

Vanessa could not tear her eyes away from Charity’s balcony.The bowl of shaved ice sat comfortably in Charity’s lap, and every time she lifted her spoon, Vanessa felt as though the woman were deliberately rubbing her suffering in her face. The soft lights, the cooling mist, and the fresh mango slices were luxuries Vanessa had never thought twice about when she lived comfortably on Charity’s money. Now, even a mouthful of clean water was difficult to obtain, yet Charity had enough resources to waste water on cooling the air around her balcony.The contrast was unbearable.“Look at her,” Vanessa muttered, her fingernails digging into the window frame. “She’s enjoying herself while we’re practically dying across the street.”Daniel remained beside her, his face dark with resentment. He had spent the entire evening imagining ways to make Charity regret a