The morning air was crisp against our faces as we stood outside the house.
I reached into my own pack and pulled out the crowbar I had taken from the market.
"Here, this is for you," I said, offering it to Elena.
She looked surprised by the gesture, her eyebrows lifting slightly before a genuine smile spread across her face. "Oh, thanks..." She took the weapon, testing its weight with a few experimental swings. "It feels quite sturdy and strong."
"Yeah, I figured it would be easier for you to carry and swing than some chair legs," I explained, watching her get a feel for the balance. "Plus, crowbars are versatile—good for both fighting and prying things open."
"Thanks, Ryan." She said softly.
Showing such a smile with a world toppling face like this was almost unfair. I almost stared at her mouth agape.
"Alright, let's move out," I said, shouldering my own pack.
We'd decided to take Sydney's car for the expedition.
