The group shared a laugh, the tension of their little competition fading as they focused on enjoying the meal. Scarlett took a moment to observe them.
For a brief, fleeting moment, the weight of the apocalypse seemed lighter.
But, of course, it didn't last.
"Anyways," Ryder suddenly spoke up, his voice hesitant yet laced with uncertainty. "Do you think Garvin and the others are dead?"
The question dropped like a bomb, wiping the last traces of amusement from everyone's faces. The mood, once light, now turned heavy.
Ryder let out a slow breath, his expression clouded with worry. "I mean… we've been clearing out zones, searching, but we haven't seen them. Not even a trace. I can't help but think that they're dead."
Silence followed, thick and suffocating.
"Oh, come on," Ethan snapped, running a hand down his face in frustration. "We all know that, but we were finally having a damn meal trying, for once, to forget about the whole apocalypse and you just had to ruin it."
