SuS

The next morning.

Karl's eyes snapped open the moment he heard the faint hum of wind against the building.

Everything felt… off.

He sat up quickly, scanning the room. Jane and Layla were still asleep, their breathing steady. The apartment was eerily quiet.

Too quiet.

Karl pushed the blankets off and stood, stretching briefly before moving toward the window. Outside, the street was covered in fresh snow, the gray morning light casting long shadows across the buildings.

But something was wrong.

Normally, there would be some movement. Even in the worst of times, people shuffled through the alleys, scavengers moved between buildings, distant murmurs filled the air.

Now?

Nothing.

Not a single soul.

Karl's stomach twisted.

He turned away from the window and grabbed his jacket. He needed to check on Curtis.

Moving carefully, he slipped out of the apartment, making sure not to wake the others.