Madness

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The tension hadn't even begun to settle before the next crisis hit.

It started with shouting.

Karl and Curtis were still at the table, their card game briefly forgotten as the noise from the street below grew louder.

"Shit," Curtis muttered, pushing himself up. "What now?"

Karl moved to the window, peering through the cracked blinds.

A group of people—maybe a dozen, maybe more—were gathered in the snow-covered street outside the apartment complex. They were from the building across the way, the scavengers, the ones who had been sniffing around ever since the power shifted in their favor.

They looked angry. Desperate.

And they were demanding something.

Curtis moved beside Karl, eyes narrowing. "You recognize any of 'em?"

Karl nodded. "Yeah. One of them."

Curtis grimaced. "Great. Some asshole."