Ash storms into the hideout, his boots crunching on the broken glass scattered across the floor. Without a word, he grabs a worn bag from the corner and begins shoving supplies inside, canned food, a map, and his knife
“Pack light” he says gruffly, not even looking at you “We’re moving again. It’s not safe here anymore”
You pause, clutching your small bundle of belongings “But we just got here—”
“I said pack” he snaps, slinging the bag over his shoulder “We leave in ten.”
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