"Since we are already here, we might as well take some supplies back home" Aaron said thoughtfully
"Yeah and we have to hurry, thankfully those brutes scared everyone away" She said looking round the deserted Supermarket
Aaron and Alice worked in silence, packing provisions into a backpack. They had managed to scavenge canned food, water bottles, and a few essential supplies from the ravaged supermarket. Aaron's eyes kept drifting towards his sister, a mix of gratitude and worry gnawing at him.
He remembered the horrifying scene they had just escaped from, the threat they had faced together. As he watched Alice carefully stacking the supplies, he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of relief that she was safe and sound. She was his lifeline, the one who had cared for him when he had sunk into despair, and now, she had saved him from danger.
His mind buzzed with thoughts as he watched her. She seemed weaker than usual, her movements slightly slower, her shoulders slumped. He had noticed it earlier, but now, it was more apparent. It wasn't just the recent ordeal; she had been taking care of everything for him, and it was taking a toll on her.
Aaron knew he had to voice his concerns but didn't want to worry her. He wanted to be strong for her, to protect her as she had protected him. Yet, his worry for her safety grew with each passing moment.
As they continued to pack, Alice's steps faltered, and she swayed slightly. Aaron's heart skipped a beat, and he rushed to her side.
"Are you okay, Alice?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.
She managed a weak smile. "I'm fine, Aaron. Just a bit tired, that's all."
But Aaron wasn't convinced. He reached out and gently placed his palm against her forehead. She felt warm, too warm.
"You're running a fever," he said, his worry deepening. "You shouldn't have pushed yourself so hard."
Alice tried to protest, but her words came out as a faint whisper. Her strength gave way, and she began to sway dangerously. Before Aaron could react, she crumpled to the ground, her eyes fluttering shut.
"Alice!" he shouted, catching her just in time to prevent her from hitting the floor. He cradled her in his arms, his heart pounding with fear.
Quickly, he checked her temperature again. It had risen, and she felt clammy to the touch. Panic welled up inside him as he realized how sick she was.
He carefully laid her on a soft bed they had prepared earlier, his hands trembling. "I'm so sorry, Alice," he murmured, his voice choked with regret. "I should've realized how much you've been doing for me. You're the one who's been keeping us together, and I've just been a burden."
Gently brushing a strand of silver hair from her face, Aaron resolved to take better care of his sister from now on. He couldn't let her suffer any longer, not after all she had done for him.
Just as he was about to fetch a wet cloth to cool her fever, a loud rumbling sound echoed outside. Aaron's head snapped up, his heart racing as he tried to identify the source of the noise.
It was the unmistakable sound of a powerful vehicle, and it was getting closer.
The world outside had become a dangerous place, and someone was still driving a lambo so loudly?
With a final glance at his unconscious sister, he nodded his head convincing himself whoever that was probably had it coming.
Jack was a young man born into wealth, the kind of person who had grown up with the world at his feet. Born into immense wealth, he had lived a life untethered by responsibility or consequence. He was the kind of person who had grown up with the world at his feet, and it showed in his every action and word.
His family owned numerous businesses, and Jack had never known the struggle of making ends meet. He had the luxury of traveling the world, dining in Michelin-star restaurants, and driving luxury cars. But this lavish lifestyle had only fueled his ego and selfishness. He was notorious for his reckless behavior and an uncaring attitude toward those less fortunate.
He had a reputation for being reckless and had left a trail of broken hearts behind him, having used his power to hurt many women along the way.
In the present scene, Jack's expensive Lamborghini pulled up to the ravaged supermarket. He stepped out of the car, his designer clothes immaculate despite the chaos around him. He muttered to himself with an air of arrogance, as if he were the king of the world.
"Poor people again," he sneered, surveying the destruction with disdain. "They're just a burden on society. They'd be better off dead somewhere, honestly."
As he continued to rant to himself he walked into the supermarket, his eyes fell upon the unconscious figure of Alice on the bed. Her illness had caused her to sweat, and her clothes clung to her body, accentuating her curves. Jack's gaze lingered on her, and a lecherous grin spread across his face.
"Well, well, what do we have here?" he muttered, his blood taking a big detour somewhere else. "A piece of delicious pie from the heaven? Oh God you spoil me." A lecherous grin spread across Jack's face as he stared at her. To him, she was nothing more than an object of desire, a prize to be claimed.
He had never seen a girl so beautiful yet so natural, he had flirted an played with top models and actresses het none could even hold a candle to just this mystery girl's finger.
Unbeknownst to Jack, Aaron had silently crept up behind him, holding a frying pan tightly in his hand. The fury and protectiveness he felt for his sister were like a fire burning inside him.
With a sudden, swift motion, Aaron swung the frying pan, connecting it with the back of Jack's head. The rich playboy crumpled to the ground, unconscious.
Aaron stood over him, his anger turning into stark indifference. "Exactly as I predicted" he hissed.