They packed every scrap they could find. Food, bottles, packets, and cans were stuffed into backpacks, old purses, and even cracked office containers dragged from the back room.
The three teenagers worked with quiet desperation, moving fast but stealing glances at Clyde and Mina as if they couldn't quite understand what they were seeing.
The three of them looked like ordinary students who were still wearing the tattered remains of their school uniforms. Just like Clyde and Mina, they must have been trapped when this apocalypse first began.
But if they looked like they were pale and trembling, Clyde and Mina seemed carved from another world entirely. The strength, the way they moved, and the sharpness in their eyes, none of it fit their age.
Especially Clyde. Wearing Jack's body, his presence carried weight far beyond his years.
His gaze was cold, his movements steady and his every glance looked like they were sharp enough to cut them.
