Chapter 32
by 
IsabellaReyes
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[Food <0] The pantry stood empty
Noah opened the unburnt pantry, his chest tightening at the sight of bare shelves. A single empty can sat in the corner, a cruel reminder of what they once had. He slammed the door shut, his fists clenching at his sides.
“That’s it,” Greg said bluntly, leaning against the wall. “Nothing left.”
Olivia hovered near the counter, her face pale. She hugged herself, her burnt arm cradled close to her chest. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice cracking.
Greg snorted, the sound filled with frustration. “Sorry doesn’t fill our stomachs, does it?”
Noah turned sharply, his glare silencing Greg. “This isn’t her fault,” he snapped. “We’ll figure it out. We always do.”
Greg stepped forward, his arms crossed. “We’d better. Because starving to **** doesn’t sound like much of a plan.”
The room fell into a heavy silence as the weight of their situation pressed down on them. Olivia avoided Noah’s gaze, her shoulders slumped. Noah exhaled slowly, forcing himself to stay calm. Tomorrow, they would go out. Tomorrow, they would find something. They had to.
For now, all they could do was sit with their hunger, the empty pantry mocking them with its silence.
[Gain Starving status. If 2 consecutive weeks of starving, the survivors grow too weak to fight off zombies, and game ends.]