The next morning, Karl woke up earlier than usual. The noise from the apartment hallway had been going on since dawn, signaling that some residents were already preparing for the meeting in the lobby. Layla was still fast asleep under her thick blanket, while Jane sat in the corner of the room, half-awake, hugging her knees.
Karl opened his Uncommon Storage, pulling out a few canned goods and a pack of dry bread. He carefully examined the remaining supplies before closing it again. He had enough food to last for weeks, but he knew giving away a small portion wouldn't hurt.
"Are you sure you want to go?" Jane broke the silence, raising an eyebrow at Karl. "I still think this is a bad idea."
Karl nodded as he packed the food into a small bag. "If things get worse, we'll need allies. This isn't just about food; it's about surviving together."
Jane let out a long sigh. "Fine, Karl. But don't expect me to step in if it all goes south."
