"Alright, let's regroup First—check your supplies. No surprises while it's still nighttime."
The survivors moved quickly, counting arrows, bullets, food—anything they still had.
Luck stood at the edge of the watchtower, scanning the dark streets for movement—zombies, raiders, or maybe some desperate survivors stupid enough to be out this late.
Behind him, light footsteps echoed.
He didn't turn. "You lost or just bored?"
Her voice came soft. "Neither. Just thought you could use some company."
Luck finally glanced over his shoulder. It was her—Yuna.
"Did you really have to make it look that easy?" she asked, her tone teasing but laced with an undercurrent of admiration.
"I don't do things halfway," he responded curtly, eyes still on the binoculars.
Yuna leaned casually against the railing, her posture relaxed and inviting. Her lips curled into a playful smile that lit up her face.
