No Escape!
But the shelves still held remnants of order amid the chaos.
“Here,” I said, pulling down a half-crushed crate of canned food. Scarlet found a water jug and a half-melted first-aid kit. “Some of this’ll still work.”
Liam crouched beside a broken shelf, his hand brushing over something, his old sidearm which was still intact. He checked the chamber, loaded it with quiet precision. “Guess I’m not done yet.”
We regrouped near the gate. The others had scavenged blankets, fuel, a few tools. Mary looked exhausted, her cheeks streaked with tears and grime.