As night fell, Alexa packed her bag. She’d planned for this. Her survival kit was ready, protected in her faraday cage in her locker: a simple flashlight, spare batteries, water purification tablets, a first aid kit, a spare phone with offline maps, enough rations to last for days… and pepper spray. She grabbed the backup radio and slung her bag over her shoulder.
She searched and pulled you, a coworker she trusted, aside. “I need to get home,” Alexa said quietly. “My sister…”
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21/01/2025