Surviving

~kyara's pov~

Pulling him closer to me, I wrapped my arms around him, trying to merge our warmth and stave off the relentless cold that enveloped us. Our bodies, both shivering, sought refuge in each other's presence. The night deepened, the temperature plummeting, and with every passing moment, I felt my grip on consciousness slipping. Was this the end? Darkness closed in, and everything faded to black.

***

"What do you mean you served them food and everyone collapsed?" Luther's voice echoed through the opulent room, his anger radiating like heat from a forge. The maids, paralyzed by fear, quickly dropped to their knees, tears streaming down their cheeks, bewildered and terrified as they sought to understand the chaos unfolding around them.

"Oh! You'll regret this! Get me the security footage!" growled Luther, his voice a low snarl. The air crackled with tension as he commanded the monitors to replay, his heart racing as he sifted through the grainy images. After a tense period, he finally caught sight of Kyra, her hands deftly adding something sinister to the ingredients. Rage surged through him—she had betrayed them all. "Fuck!" he bellowed in disbelief.

Frantically, he dialled his boss's number, but the line was dead. Swallowing hard, he turned to the company doctor, who delivered the grim news: there was no antidote, and they would remain unconscious for twelve agonizing hours. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Luther shouted, his frustration echoing off the walls as he stormed out.

With determination surging within him, he leapt into his car and sped toward the warehouse. The sun had long disappeared, casting an oppressive darkness over everything, making the world outside feel like a waking nightmare. When he arrived, dread filled his chest as emptiness greeted him—no sign of life, only shadows stretching across the floor, stained with the remnants of chaos.

Amid the carnage, he felt an all-consuming urgency—a promise forming in his heart.