March 19th, 7:45 PM — Jiang Roulan's Building, 2nd Floor
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The hallway lights dimmed during the early evening to save power, creating a long golden shadow across the freshly upgraded walls. I looked around the standard room, but most survivors had retired, and some voices echoed through the open doors.
Footsteps echoed down the padded corridor. Mine.
I probably looked a mess, with a half-buttoned shirt and pants hanging loose because Yifei threw my belt somewhere. My skin was still warm from the rooftop sunlight and scratches that marked my chest, arms and back.
A dull ache lingered in my thighs, hips, and neck.
Not to mention Yifei's scent that lingered on me, even after the rooftop's air.
A voice leaked out from the stairwell landing below. Male. Nervous.
"...You think the mall's safe enough to raid tomorrow?"
A second voice followed it, much sharper and feminine.
"No. But it's not about safe, is it? He said we're going. So we're going."
