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Both of them were in a great shock. “This can’t be happening! How could she is still alive!?” Lusiana was getting a headache. As the mastermind, failing was very shameful for her. She was so sure about Virginia’s death back then but the reality got her pretty good now. “Who knows. I don’t think something like dark magic and resurrection are possible. It seems like someone saved her life while she was in the sea.” Miller tried to speculate his opinion.

" 𝑾𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒖𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒏𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝑩𝒂𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔. "

Risking everything. We waited. Anxious waiting. Terrified waiting. Hoping they'd reach territory. Hoping they'd survive tremor. Hoping they'd return or send word or something. Next tremor came. Territories merged again. We looked for them. Searched merged reality. Desperate to see them. Confirm they survived. Confirm they reached destination. And we saw them. In neighboring territory. Safe. Alive. Real. Talking with other survivors. Beginning connection. Beginning network. Beginning unity.

But healing nonetheless. Together. As partners, as parents, as people who had survived the unsurvivable and were learning to live again on the other side.

Normal and unremarkable and everything we’d fought for. We had survived. Again. Still. And now, for the first time, surviving wasn’t the goal. Living was.

She changed emptiness into meaning. Always. Eternally. Absolutely. Kade ran to her. Grabbed her. Held her desperately. "You are alive," he whispered. "You survived. You came back. I thought I lost you. Thought you were gone. Thought you were destroyed. But you survived. You won. You transformed them. How? How did you do this? How did you survive? How did you win?"

Whether I had to go for help or wait it out, it'd be safer. I still got in the car with them because I had questions. Last time, after I died, my consciousness just... drifted. I saw Lana show up with the rescue team to collect my body. She looked wrecked—but I heard her whisper to Felix, "Thank God." Right up until I faded out, I never understood why. This time, I would. "Alright, everyone—let's crank it!" Felix shouted, and harsh DJ music exploded through the car. Vincent and Donelia got excited instantly.

Cassian placed his hand on the binder which was closest to him. “But then you don't look for what happened anymore.” I frowned slightly. "What would you look for?" His eyes met mine. "What survives." It was once more silent. Because I knew what he was talking about. Not just evidence. People. Communities. Trust. Those things that somehow survived all that was trying to kill them. Valley Creek was alive and doing well. The network had lived! My mother lived. So had Tara. So had all of us. It was a silent thought between us.

We'd survived death, war, conspiracy, and impossible odds. Whatever came next, we'd survive that too. Together. TO BE CONTINUED...

Only 45 people were left, with Omari taking up 25 spots, which meant that unless the remaining 20 people's stats miraculously shot up, midnight would be their collective elimination. "We cannot let Omari's people get those emergency supply crates." Steve's gaze landed on me. "Melanie, how does a broke person turn things around in a death trap like this?" The key to surviving as a broke person had never been brute force. It was about finding loopholes, exploiting trickery, navigating chaos, and seizing opportunities. "First Emergency Supply Crate spawned: Terminal T3, Level B2, Employee Break Room!" Sure enough, footsteps echoed in the distance as Omari's team