Chapter 74 The Watchers

• The morning cold clung to Lucy’s coat as she stepped out of the truck. The wind wasn’t as cruel as the past weeks, but it still bit through the layers. Around her, the new drop-off depot buzzed with movement — soldiers unloading crates, civilians queuing for rations, the low hum of engines, and the crunch of boots against frozen ground.
• It was one of the few places that still felt alive.
• Lucy handed Darren the last box of medical supplies.