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Josh said, then climbed into the squat rack. “What happened in that park?” Tyler asked. “Well, the news says kidnapping happened to the child,” said Josh. “But we know the truth: it’s not just kidnapping and killings, the demons make those who die in the park.” Tyler stood on the bench press and sat down next to his lat pull-down machine. He needs to regain strength, so he needs to exercise. “Maybe the hunters were there last night,” said Josh. “Kyra called you a few times. You left your phone in the kitchen. Your room is closed, so I went back to the nook. Did you see?”

“You mean you didn’t want your last meal to be marshmallows?” Last meal. As in…there was a very high probability that most of us would die tomorrow. Kalev was getting more and more aggressive with his tactics to push us towards the beach. And once that happened, it was only a matter of time before we were all pushed out into the open. Not us though. I looked at Thistle, happily eating his marshmallow. Thor was roasting his. These were my people. I’d grown very fond of them. And I would do anything to protect them now.

The calculation remained unchanged—they were burning through resources faster than replacing them. On day ten, Sarah came to Maya with grim news. "I've been analyzing our consumption versus acquisition rate. If current trends continue, we hit starvation threshold in eighteen days. After that, people start dying from malnutrition." "Options?" "Reduce rations further—but we're already at minimal sustainable intake. Send larger hunting parties—but that requires more people exposed to cold and danger. Make contact with other mountain survivors and trade—but we don't know if they're friendly or if they have surplus." Sarah looked exhausted. "Or we admit this isn't working and negotiate return to

Oritha was the greatest threat to the food supplies, but thankfully, the girls had a stash of instant meals in their rooms that Sasha’s family sent. The in-game army strategist considered logging out for a while to eat something before he continued the last battle. However, there was a timer for preparations. The gamer didn’t want to waste the thirty-minute preparation timer and lose focus. It was just a little more before he finished the third stage. Clearing one stage in one day was considered a huge accomplishment for Zen, who usually struggled to progress alone.

"You're burning." "I'm aware." "Kael." She crossed to him. For all that she was the cruelest of them, she was still his sister - and there was something in her face that was not cruelty now. Something older. Something almost afraid. "You know how this ends." "Yes." "Then stop. Come back. The burning can be reversed in the early stages - if you stop, if you leave her alone" "No." "She's mortal." Vael's voice sharpened. "She will die. They all die, Kael, every single one of them, they are made of time and they run out of it, and you will be left"

🔥Chapter 2 ~The heat is on🔥 Ulayah was very close to losing her mind. She had been stuck down inside this damn bunker for a week now. At least she had been eating well, Nathan made certain of that. Luckily there was some work out equipment inside this place or else she would become as big as a fucking house with all the fattening foods she was indulging in. It made her feel like that story of 'Hansel & Gretel'......well, just Gretel. And she was being fattened up for the slaughter.

I wait until I hear a door shut somewhere above my head, and Felicity appears on the stairs, her owl-like eyes shining in the darkness as she tucks her leather healing satchel under arm, throwing me an impatient look. “There’s a single bowl of soup left, if you’re hungry, which I know you are. It’s just cabbage. We have nothing else.” “There will be another hunt soon, I assure you.” I pull my weapons’ belt through the loops and hang it on a hook near the door. She looks behind me and walks down the last steps. “Chastan has gone to help with the pyres–” “How many dead?” she interrupts with heartbreaking quiet. I step deeper into the house, walking past her to the kitchen, where there is indee

However, the ice fields were vast and treacherous; most who sought their salvation this way met their maker instead. He awoke some hours later as a faint sun’s ray hit his eyes. With a yawn, he sat up and exited his tent. The fierce wind immediately caused him to shiver violently. He saw he was among the last to wake; the others were milling around, waiting to receive their orders. His stomach rumbled with hunger and he longed for even a crust of bread. Thora was crouched in front of her tent, muttering. Kronos was just nearby enough to where he could catch what she was singing “ Hear my words O’ morning of date

An added danger, an uncertainty, for it was officially the start of the third trial of the Alpha Games. A buzz carried over her skin as she got to her feet and peered around. The scenery was much the same no matter where she looked, but there was one small difference to her left. Michael was sat on a tree stump, his eyes on her as she surveyed the surroundings. Before she could say anything to him her stomach growled. She hadn’t eaten since lunch the day before and was quick to dig into her supplies and grab two cans of beans. When she handed one to him, he hesitated and brushed the remaining smudge of mud from her cheek, a small smile on his lips. Maddie blinked. There was still sleep still

They stared at her with open disgust. ‘A cozy prison, but a prison nonetheless’, she thought to herself as she was brought to the kitchen. Gamma Maia and Gamma Nerissa were both standing around the stove, stirring a bubbling pot of chicken soup. Her stomach growled with hunger, the lack of food for nearly two days hitting her full force. “Take a seat sweetie, we’ll share a bowl for you soon,” Maia said warmly, setting the ladle down and wiping her hands on a kitchen towel. She jutted her chin towards Thaddeus, “Why do I smell blood on you?”