Nancy remained on her knees, her body frozen as her eyes stayed locked on Alex.
Chained. Restrained.
Her chest tightened. A storm of emotions churned inside her—guilt, pain, exhaustion.
It had all started the moment Alex left to go on his own.
Since then, she and her coworkers had been through hell.
After joining Ethan's faction, their lives had changed. No longer just survivors—now they were soldiers.
Orders weren't suggestions. They were law.
The moment they stepped into the faction, they had unknowingly signed a contract of submission.
20% of all tutorial points they earned—gone. Automatically taken.
In return?
A spot in the camp. Shelter. Food. Safety.
The amount of food you received depended entirely on the tutorial points you brought in.
That rule alone forced people to risk their lives—venturing into danger, hunting monsters, fighting desperately just to survive.
No one was spared.
If you couldn't bring in enough points? No food.
