Outside, the early morning light was soft yet resolute—a promise of another day in the apocalypse. Before stepping out, Lu Wuqi and Yun Qinguye moved with precise purpose, each aware that survival depended on every detail.
In the cramped yet luxurious interior of the RV, Lu Wuqi methodically summoned the natal dagger with a simple thought in her mind. With practiced ease, she checked the blade's edge under the weak light and tested the trigger of her gun with a practiced squeeze of the index finger. Every movement was measured, evident of the decades of experience as a mercenary in her previous life.
