[Scene 1 – Together]
The streets are quiet except for our footsteps.
It's my first time moving openly with them — four sisters, each from a different "level."
Level Two darts ahead and back, scouting like a hyperactive shadow. Level Three keeps to the edges, claws dragging slow lines into brick walls. Level One walks closest to me, her eyes shifting between me and the alleys.
And the girl I first fed? She stays in the center, moving with a calm that makes the others glance her way now and then — like they're waiting for her command.
[Scene 2 – Clearing a Building]
We breach an abandoned pharmacy.
I take the lead with my machete, clearing the front, while the sisters move in silence behind me. Together, we take down two stragglers — Level Ones, easy kills.
Level Two eyes the blood pooling on the floor. I catch her looking at me, and she smirks like she's wondering if I'll bleed for her again. I shake my head. Not now.
[Scene 3 – Asking the Question]
After the building is clear, we hole up in the back room. I drop my pack, grab a water bottle, and look at them.
"I can't keep calling you 'Level One' or 'Level Two.' If we're working together… I want to know your names."
They exchange glances.
Level One speaks first, voice soft: "Anna."
Level Two smirks. "Ryn."
Level Three just growls. The eldest among those two.
"My name is Selene."
[Scene 4 – The Realization]
Her voice has weight. The others go quiet when she speaks.
That's when it clicks — she's not just the eldest. She's the one they follow.
And if my classification is right, she's a Level Four.
"You're… the worst kind," I mutter before I can stop myself.
Her lips twitch into something between a smirk and a warning. "If I were, you'd be dead already."
I asked her,"What's your name?"
She replied,"Mine one is Rhea."
[Scene 5 – Closing Moment]
We leave the pharmacy at dusk. The streets are glowing in the dying light, and for the first time in a long while, I'm not walking alone.
But every step I take, I keep glancing at Rhea.
The Level Four who didn't kill me.
The one who calls me hers.
I don't know if this is survival… or the beginning of my end.
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