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I had knives in my outfit. I reached for one of them before i cut the ones on my leg, i helped maddie free herself. They were all to concentrated on what was happening at the front. I saw as Felicia on the other side and she directed at me to escape. Maddie had to go first. She had less chances of surviving inside here. I could use a gun and a knife but she barely knew how use a scissor. I pointed at Felicia and i saw a relieve wash her face as she saw her. She gestured at me to sneak behind the wall but i tapped Maddie first to go along without me.

But no hike came ,badluck, *i am going to die" It's almost sundown but I kept on walking. Eleven or not ,I had to be strong to survive..just like mom had asked before taking her last breath. Something caught my eye a little bit in the forest near the road.. I went over for a clear look .I felt like I was just injected with a happiness syrup. My energy boosted at once. Right infront of me was an old house ,it looked abandoned because some window were shattered on the next floor . I went to it really excited.i tried to open it but it seemed to be locked . I kicked the door but it didn't budge,so I did one thing I could think of . went a little distant from the door and zoomed back to the d

The timer was still counting loudly in my head, and I could barely breathe as I realized I had almost died. I became more vigilant as I kept going, when suddenly, something whooshed past me. I had only managed to dodge before it got to me and my eyes widened when I saw a knife clatter to the ground. The one that would have stabbed my head if I didn't move on time. “What the hell?” I asked shakily, looking back at the screen to see the ‘Survive For The Next One Hour’ flashing in red. “Are you trying to kill me?”

Reckless, dangerous, maddening. And she was mine. If she was alive, I’d find her. If she wasn’t… They’d better be prepared to drown in a pool of blood, because I’d turn this entire continent into a funeral pyre. I reached for my weapon, gone. My second—broken. Only thing left was the blade at my boot and the will to survive. That was all I ever needed. I pushed forward through the wreckage, tracking every bloody footprint, every scream that once echoed through these tunnels. Something deeper moved in the air. A current. A hum.

We could see broken trees, bodies of hunters and a few golden-eyed wolves scattered on the ground. Sable finally found it wise to slow down. “They’re still here. I count at least thirty enhanced. New ones. Bigger.” I gripped my rifle close to me like a friend. “We hit the east entrance. That’s where the survivors would’ve fallen back to. In and out. Grab who we can and run.” Liora checked her magazine. “I’ve got your back. Always.” We left the jeep hidden and moved in on foot, sticking to the trees. The stims made us fast and quiet despite our injuries. When we reached the broken bunker entrance, the scene turned my stomach.

The car engine roared to life from downstairs. I closed my eyes, swallowed by despair. I'd been quietly plotting to take Wayne and Gabriel down with me, forgetting that Casper was still around. I froze when he suddenly burst into the room. "Mom? Did someone break in? Who did this to you?" His face was etched with worry as he hurried to untie me. "Mom, talk to me! Who did this? I'm going to make them pay!"

For one second she saw the answer he wanted to give the world. Go now. Find whoever had done it. Make sure no one ever treated Cedar Draw’s promise as weakness again. Then Grant stopped himself. His hands opened at his sides. “Who is still alive?” The survivor blinked. Grant’s voice stayed hard. “Who did you see alive when you lost sight of them?” That changed the room. Not rage erased. Rage given a task. The first survivor closed his eyes. “I saw two on their feet.” The second said, “There were more behind me.”

he orders me instead, “You had better hold on tight this time.” I twist, clasping my hands over his shoulder, holding on tight. “Listen, Mae. When I tell you to cut the rope below, start from the place underneath my knee. Can you reach it safely?” I try. It’s almost futile at first, but I try harder with my shard. The cut end falls into the hot flames, vanishing in a split second. So many are still struggling to live. “Good. Keep doing that. It’s the only way we will survive.”

I walk around his property and find the gas pipes in the kitchen, I open my bag and pull a sheaf of paper out of my notebook and pick up two stones from the floor. I take my knife, cut an opening in the plumbing, and soon the smell of gas hits my nostrils. I start rubbing one stone against another until they start to create sparks, finally going to use my survival training. I let the sparks fall on the paper until it starts to burn, I step far away from the plumbing, throw the paper on fire and start running as far as I can. The noise is so loud it scares me, I look back and see the kitchen on fire.

Survival would demand more than instinct—it would demand planning, precision, and nerves of steel. Hours passed in discussion, planning, mapping. I sketched routes, noted potential safe houses, identified areas to avoid. Jay contributed tactical insight, Sammi offered intelligence from underground networks. And I, fueled by grief and determination, synthesized it all into a coherent strategy—a skeleton of an escape plan, a roadmap to survival and eventual freedom. But as dawn approached, the first real test came—a noise outside, deliberate, measured. Hunters. I leapt to my feet, knife in hand, moving toward the source. Jay and Sammi followed, alert, silent. Shadows shifted in the pale light,