Back at the dorm, Ethan, Chris, and Henry dumped out their backpacks and laid out the haul—enough food to stuff themselves and then some.
They'd cleaned out the supermarket, cramming three full bags with everything from canned goods to snacks. It'd last them two, maybe three days if they didn't go overboard.
The dorm room was starting to look like a well-stocked bunker. Piles of supplies—food, toiletries, even a few luxuries—lined the walls. All scavenged, all hard-earned. For now, life was surprisingly comfortable, considering the world outside had gone to hell.
"Let's rest a bit," Ethan said, stretching out on his bed. "Later tonight, we head out and take a look around."
Chris raised an eyebrow. "It's already dark. What are we supposed to see out there?"
"Yeah, you trying to get us killed?" Henry added, half-joking.
