Chapter 50 The Price Of Survival

• The wind cut through the streets of Talawan, a biting chill that settled deep into Lucy’s bones. Snowflakes danced through the air, swirling around her as she trudged forward, Daren by her side. The silence between them felt heavier than ever. Neither spoke as they passed through the streets, once teeming with life, now eerily quiet.
• The warehouse ahead stood abandoned, its doors ajar and walls cracked. Inside, a small group of survivors had gathered around a fire. They looked up with wary eyes but offered no greeting. Only fear lingered in the air.
• Lucy set the supplies down, her gaze scanning the room. There was an unease that hadn’t been there before, a tension that gripped everyone present.