Vivian stared at Ethan, eyes wide. "You're not seriously thinking of hoarding the food for ourselves, are you?"
Ethan gave a dry chuckle. "Please. I've got better things to do than play food tyrant. But these people? They've gotten too comfortable. They need a little... motivation."
"What do you mean?"
"We can't stay holed up in the main dining hall forever. We have to get out."
"But there are thousands of infected out there. Just us? We'd never make it. We'd need everyone to move together."
"Exactly. But as long as they know there's food left, they'll never risk it. Not until they're starving and desperate."
Vivian's expression darkened as she caught on. "And by then, the infected outside might've evolved again."
"Right," Ethan said. "Give it three more days, and we could be looking at Tier 2s. If we wait too long, we won't be able to leave at all."
Vivian nodded slowly. "Got it."
"But even if we go now, we'll take heavy losses."
