They make their move

"Stay low, follow my lead," Noah whispered to Greg. They moved silently, creeping through the shadows, their footsteps muffled by the soft forest ground. They snuck up on the guard, and as Eunhwa's eyes widened at the sight of them, his clock slipping out of her mouth, Noah drew his knife across his throat in a swift, deadly motion.

The raider gurgled, his hands clutching at his bleeding throat, before crumpling to the ground. Eunhwa gasped, her face pale, but relief was evident in her eyes.

"Get dressed," Noah said softly, helping her to her feet. She grabbed her clothes, hastily pulling them on. As she finished dressing, she looked at Noah, her expression a mixture of anger and shame.

"You left me here," she hissed, her voice barely audible. "You let them do this to me."

"Eunhwa," Greg started, "We couldn't—"

"No," Noah cut in. "She's right. We should have done something." He met her gaze, his jaw set. "And we will, now."

Eunhwa's eyes were cold as they entered the first tent, gripping the knife she took from the guard's corpse. Inside, two raiders lay asleep, snoring softly. Without hesitation, she plunged the knife into the closest man's neck, the blade biting deep, blood spurting in hot, violent gushes. The other raider jerked awake, his eyes wide with shock and pain, but Eunhwa was already on him, her face a mask of fury as she drove the knife home again and again. Together, they continued to the other tents and worked their grim business, leaving the camp a scene of carnage.

The last tent held only one raider, his face familiar to Noah—it was Scarface, sleeping soundly after his night of cruelty. Eunhwa's expression darkened at the sight of him, her grip tightening on the bloody knife. Noah watched as she moved toward the raider, his eyes following her with a mixture of pity and admiration.

With a swift, brutal movement, she knelt and sliced through the soft skin and flesh of his scrotum. Blood spurted out, drenching her hand and staining the ground beneath her, the metallic scent filling the air. Noah winced at the brutality, a knot forming in his stomach at the visceral image. Scarface screamed, a primal, guttaral sound that sent shivers down Noah's spine. Eunhwa's eyes were cold, void of any emotion as she raised the knife once more, aiming for his chest. The blade flashed in the moonlight as it plunged downwards, sinking into his heart. Scarface's screams were cut short, his eyes glassy as the life drained out of them. Noah watched as the last vestiges of his life slipped away, the silence of **** enveloping the tent. He felt Eunhwa's gaze shift towards him, her eyes now brimming with tears, the weight of the night's events finally catching up to her.

"Fuck you," she spat, her voice raw with anger and pain. Noah could feel her rage, her hatred, but beneath it, there was a deep well of hurt that she tried to hide. "I don't want to talk about what happened tonight, not ever."

He wanted to reach out, to comfort her, but her glare warned him off. She was right to be angry, he thought. What they'd done—or rather, what they hadn't done—was unforgivable. Eunhwa had a right to hate them, to curse them. He couldn't blame her.

They secured the supplies, all intact and enough to last them for weeks. The walk back to their base was long and quiet, punctuated only by the soft rustling of their steps and the hoot of a distant owl. Eunhwa's silence felt like a heavy weight, dragging at their pace, a testament to the trauma she had endured.

[Food +60, Meds +3, Eunhwa -50]