[3 Ammo] They unloaded on the raiders, killing them all.

He shot down one, two, three raiders in quick succession, their bodies tumbling into the dirt.

As the flames quickly spread, the wind blowing it towards the supplies, he saw Greg emerge from his own cover, his shotgun roaring. Together, they cut a swathe of destruction through the camp, their bullets tearing through flesh and bone. The raiders, caught off guard and disorganized, fell one by one.

In the midst of the chaos, Eunhwa found an opening. With a savage twist, she freed herself from Scarface's grip. He cursed and lunged for her, but she was faster. Her fingers closed around a jagged rock, and she swung with all her might. There was a sickening crunch, and Scarface crumpled, clutching his crotch and curling up on the ground, writhing.

Eunhwa didn't hesitate. She picked up a discarded knife from the ground, its edge glinting in the moonlight. She stood over Scarface, her eyes cold as ice, and without a word, plunged the blade into his chest. His body jerked once, twice, then stilled.

Eunhwa looked up, her face stained with soot and blood, and locked eyes with Noah. In that moment, they were bound by more than just survival; they shared a silent understanding forged in the crucible of **** and desperation. They were survivors, fighters, and in this broken world, that was all that mattered.

The three of them rushed towards the supplies before the fire could consume them. They pulled the crates back, away from the flames, but it was already too late for many of them. By the time the flames had finally burned out, they were left with less than they had hoped for.

They salvaged what they could, and made their way back home.

[Ammo - 3, Food +30, Eunhwa +20]