The earth’s tremors finally settled, and Marcy led the group back to the mansion. The immediate threat had passed—but another problem remained. Cherry’s condition.
As they stepped through the grand entrance, they found Cherry’s family preparing to leave.
“Where are you going?” Marcy asked, her voice laced with concern.
“A blood bank, “Cherry’s father replied calmly. Despite everything, he still struggled to grasp the reality of the situation. But no matter how impossible it seemed, Cherry was still his daughter—and he would do anything to help her.
Marcy met his gaze, understanding his desperation, but she also knew the truth. With the chaos outside, hospitals were overrun, and blood banks would be empty by now. There was no time to waste.
“That won’t work,” she said firmly. “We’re seven here—enough to sustain her.”