The façade of Mark's welcoming smile masked the subtle tension in the air. As the survivors gathered around, their hungry eyes fixed on the bags of food, I became acutely aware of the delicate position I found myself in.
Mark's calculated proclamation painted me as a saviour, an altruistic benefactor providing sustenance in a world plagued by scarcity. The survivors' gazes shifted from the food to me, expressions ranging from gratitude to desperation.
However, beneath the surface, the true nature of Mark's agenda became clearer. The hunger in their eyes mirrored the desperation that clouded their judgment.
"Don't take any step closer," I said aloud as I pointed my dagger at the rest of the survivors. Simultaneously, I commanded my skeleton to emerge from my shadow.
