The freezing wind cut through Camille's torn jacket as she stumbled into the ruins of an old subway station. Her entire body ached, bruises forming beneath her skin like battle scars.
She had barely escaped the factory, but she had won.
For the first time since the meteor showers changed the world, she wasn't the one running without a plan.
She reached into her pack, fingers trembling around the Energy Core she had stolen from Darius and his crew. It pulsed faintly in her grasp, a swirling mass of condensed power, something that could revolutionize survival in this wasteland.
Or get her killed.
She sank against the cold stone wall, catching her breath. She needed shelter. Somewhere to build.
Her system flickered to life.
[Blueprint Analysis Activated]
[Scanning Location…]
The interface mapped out her surroundings in glowing outlines. This old subway had been abandoned long before the earthquakes, but the tunnels still held potential.
A hidden space beneath the chaos. A place to disappear.
A new alert pinged.
[Potential Safehouse Detected]
She followed the blinking indicator deeper underground. Past collapsed tunnels, flooded tracks, and rusted beams. Until she found it—a hidden service chamber, locked behind an old maintenance door.
Camille pried it open and slipped inside.
The chamber was small but secure. An old electrical panel sat against the wall, useless without power, but the reinforced walls and thick steel door made it a perfect hideout.
[Blueprint Available: Emergency Shelter Upgrade]
[Required Materials: Scrap Metal (5), Power Source (1), Reinforced Plating (2)]
She had scrap metal from the factory. The Energy Core could serve as a power source. All she needed was reinforced plating—probably salvageable from abandoned vehicles.
A plan formed in her mind.
She could build here. Work in secret.
If she did this right, she wouldn't just survive. She'd thrive.
Camille pulled out her multitool, beginning the first steps of her upgrade.
Meanwhile…
Darius groaned, pushing himself up from the rubble of the factory.
His body ached from the electric shock Camille had delivered. His vest had saved his life, but the humiliation of defeat burned worse than the pain.
Selene coughed, shoving a broken beam off her legs.
"That little rat," she hissed, her claws still sparking from her failed attack. "She set us up."
Darius clenched his fists. He had underestimated her. A scavenger—a nobody—had outplayed him.
He wouldn't make that mistake again.
"We find her," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "And when we do… she won't get another chance."
Back in the subway chamber, Camille had made progress.
She had reinforced the door, secured the vents, and installed a rudimentary power grid using the Energy Core. The old lights flickered weakly but held steady.
The space was still rough—crude and bare—but it was hers.
For the first time since the world fell apart, Camille felt something close to hope.
Then, her system flashed a warning.
[Threat Detected]
Her stomach twisted.
She pulled up the alert.
Darius and his crew were tracking her.
And they weren't far behind.
Camille had two choices.
Run—again.
Or stand her ground.
Her fingers tightened around her multitool.
No.
She was done running.
She had an Energy Core. A mind built for invention.
And now… she had a home to defend.
She pulled up her system interface, scanning for blueprints.
If they wanted a fight—
She'd give them one.