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But as I gestured to the meager food, my teammates rose one by one, finding the will to take another step forward into the darkness that awaited us. Wordlessly, we shuffled over and knelt by the plates, each picking up a spoon to reluctantly dig into the putrid meal. We gathered around the food trays, eating our meager breakfast in silence. Haley pushed the bowl away half-eaten, her tone filled with disgust. "This stew is revolting," she muttered, "How can they expect us to survive on this slop?" Her voice wavered slightly, betraying a growing sense of desperation beneath the anger.

“Sir, I’m hungry.” Hattie stared at Lucas, a little embarrassed. She was both hungry and thirsty now. Lucas thought, ‘I never owed you anything in my past life, and I’m your savior. Why am l like this?’ Then Lucas retrieved a box of food from the System Space. Hattie ate while watching it. Her eyes lit up as her greedy face stared at it. Hattie started eating and drinking, but Lucas did not have an appetite. He truly did not understand why there would suddenly be so many zombies.

Does she have to starve while living here? Not even water could quench her hunger anymore. She needed food to be alive. Scarlett had been famished before too, trying to catch the attention of her uncle and aunt, she worked hard for days, sometimes even ignoring her meals. But, it wasn't this long ever. She had been foodless almost for twenty-four hours now. Her limbs were supported by the excessive fat in her body, yet not too long that would continue. Suddenly, the door of the dungeon opened, revealing one female warrior. She entered with a plate in her hand, watching her in disdain.

I'm not too sure. My throat burns from chain smoking cigarette after cigarette, trying to get the nerves in my body to relax, but given the situation, it's obviously not working. I try not to look at my phone or the picture he sent me of her naked, blindfolded, and handcuffed to the bed, but my eyes keep darting back to it. It makes me sick to my fucking stomach, and holding the vomit down is harder than I thought it would be. I rush over to the garbage can in the kitchen just in time for the throw-up to erupt right into the bag.

But somewhere beneath that hate, an ache lingered, an ache that whispered maybe, just maybe, even monsters could pretend to care. A sudden creak at the door yanked her back. She jerked around, half-expecting Rob again. But it was only silence. She turned back to the table, forced her legs to hold her weight as she stared at the miserable food. Her stomach twisted in protest, but hunger won. She picked up the fork and shoved a bite into her mouth. It tasted like glue… bland and cold. But it was food. Survival. A noise scratched faintly at the edge of the locked door, a breeze maybe, or a ghost of freedom. She glanced at the window, at the rolling fields of nothingness beyond it. No signs of l

🎀CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-SEVEN🎀 Zayla tossed and turned, the silky sheets feeling like a taunt against her skin. Now that the adrenaline had faded and her heart had finally slowed down, her stomach was making up for lost time. It wasn't just rumbling,it was screaming. She was starving. "I'm going to die at this rate," she groaned into her pillow. "I'll be the first person in history to die of 'over eating' on an empty stomach."

Then, she turned around and flew off. Soon after, a shrill scream pierced the air from further into the town. [Number of survivors left in map: 3] I hugged the vegetables in my arms and quickly ran to the hut and locked the door behind me. On the third day of the game, I woke up early to set up my food stall. When I got into town, I saw the body of another player strung up. Hair was wound around his neck, and his face was purple and swollen. I was so shocked that I could feel my face drain. Then, I quickly pretended not to see it. I started making my pierogies.

Her gray-blue face seemed a little less stiff, but the confusion and wounded look in her eyes still weighed heavily. [System prompt: Hunger is spreading. Proceed to Dorm 4404 to obtain food.] [Warning: 4404’s resident is extremely dangerous! Severely starved!] The live chat was going wild with messages. [4404? Oh no, that’s the Hungry Dead! Granny just escaped the freezer, and now, she’s walking straight into famine!] [That ghost is so hungry it even gnaws on itself! With Granny’s old bones, she’s done for!] I rubbed my empty stomach and steadied my aching back as I climbed off the bed.

I stood very still. I turned around slowly. Eden Thorne looked back at me rolling back her shoulders with a face so blank. Athletic build, five foot five; same height like the other two sisters, short blonde hair, grey eyes She was holding the empty bowl like it had simply slipped. "Oops," she said. I wiped a slow line of broth from my cheek with two fingers. Shit! This animalistic fighter! The cafeteria was loud and getting louder; laughing, filming. The soup was cooling fast and starting to feel deeply unpleasant against my scalp.

I let out an icy laugh, lifted my hand, and gave Chester a slap that left a red mark blazing on his cheek. "See? He's breathing!" I ignored Chester's howls, grabbed my aunt's hand, and pressed it against his neck. She jerked her hand back as if shocked, taking a moment to process. "Chester's not dead? Then what was all that before?" Chester, drenched in sweat from the commotion, scrambled to clear things up. "The hospital screwed up. I just had a bad reaction to some booze. "My body went into survival mode when my temperature tanked, and voila, I'm back.