Thirty minutes before Cherry and Ethan descended the stairs:@@novelbin@@

Third floor, Kintner branch of Sinclair Hotel.

Nick, a middle-aged man using the fourth room, returned to his quarters after finishing his meal and unlocked the door with his hotel key.

In an hour, he was scheduled to join the Kintner search party to gather supplies.

Everyone at the Kintner survival camp, regardless of age or gender, was conscripted into the supply search parties. Refusing meant immediate expulsion.

Firearms were issued for protection during searches, but survival rates didn’t improve much.

Nick thought today might be his last. Each time his turn in the search party came around, he couldn’t help but wonder if it would be the end.

When the apocalypse first struck, this camp had over a hundred members, but now that number had dwindled to less than half.

That was because Elliot treated everyone as disposable. To him, they were slaves existing solely for his benefit.

Still, people followed him without complaint because the camp provided minimal rations and because Elliot’s guards were brutally efficient.

‘If it were me, I wouldn’t run the camp so cruelly.’

It was a reign of terror.

Sighing, Nick lay on his bed, hoping to rest a little before heading out. But as soon as he lay down—

Bang! Bang! Rattatatat—

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