First message
kael moved through the pharmacy like a shadow, rifle up, steps silent. Most shelves were picked clean. He wasn’t expecting much—until he heard it.
Breathing.Soft. Close.He turned fast, aiming toward the counter.A girl sat slumped behind shattered glass, clutching a blood-soaked cloth to her thigh. She didn’t scream, just stared up at him—defiant, despite the pain.
“Bitten?” he asked, voice flat.
“Bullet,” she rasped. “Two days ago.”
He didn’t lower the gun.
“You gonna shoot me or help ?”