Rain fell softly, like whispers from the sky that no human could fully hear.

Inside the cramped, makeshift shelter of the warehouse, Evalina soothed Hope, who had just woken up.

The baby didn’t cry—her eyes still held that gentle, silver sheen, staring up at her mother with a look that defied understanding.

As if she already knew... the world outside was no longer safe.

Hunter checked each door, making sure they were locked.

Claire stood in front of her laptop screen, zooming in on a digital map linked to her private intel tracker.

“Motion sensors picked up two heat signatures approaching from the north. They're not close yet, but they’ve...