"Finally," Leo breathed out, his voice tinged with disbelief as his gaze swept across the room. Crates of food, nearly endless supplies, and resources filled the space.
His eyes flickered to the corner where a vehicle sat parked, dust-covered but intact. "We can't be so damn lucky, can we?"
The trio sprang into action, adrenaline fueling their movements. Leo and Rita hauled crates filled with canned goods, dried rations, and bottled water.
They grabbed anything of value: clothing, medical supplies, even a small generator. The car's trunk and back seats quickly became a jigsaw puzzle of survival essentials. Tremors shook the ground as distant explosions echoed through the complex, and the urgency in their movements grew.
Bethany slid into the driver's seat, her hands gripping the wheel as the engine roared to life. "Get in! Now!" she barked. Leo and Rita scrambled into the passenger seat, barely shutting the door before the car jolted forward.
