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<b>The </b>group on the other side was eating like kings. Jealousy simmered–they all wanted to go over and steal” <b>a </b>bite.
Monica, meanwhile, looked visibly ufortable as she stared daggers at Theresa, her teeth clenched.
This isn’t fair! How <i>is </i><i>this </i>even <i>possible</i><i>?! </i>
She hadn’t eaten half as well herself, so why did that woman get to feast like this<b>? </b>
She turned to Lucas, a thought suddenly striking her. “Lucas<b>, </b>since your people aren’t eating the camp’s food, bring it back! We can’t afford to waste supplies!”
Lucas shot her a cold nce. “Monica, supplies are distributed per person. Whether they eat it or not is their choice. Simrly, if your people skip a meal, the extra belongs to them.”
Monica seethed.
This <i>d</i>*mn <i>Lucas</i><i>–</i><i>always </i>siding with <i>others</i><b><i>! </i></b>
If it weren’t for his grandfather, the formermander of the Northern Military District and her father’s rival, she’d have put him in his ce long ago.
She took a big bite of soda bread but quickly lost her appetite. Even the extra meat she’d snuck into her own lunchbox didn’t appeal anymore.
Compared to Theresa’s spread, was this even edible?
<i>Forget </i><i>it</i><i>. </i>I’m <i>not </i><i>eating </i><i>this</i><i>. </i>
“Who’s that woman?” Theresa asked casually, still eating as she nced toward themotion.
Graham and the others, halfway through their meal, gathered around her.
“Her name’s Monica,” Graham said quietly. “Her dad was a high–ranking official before the apocalypse. Now he runs Kl Camp.”
“She’s a space–based ability user?” Theresa asked.
Everyone nodded.
That wasn’t a secret anymore.
Monica had always unted the fact that she was Kl Camp’s only space–based ability user. Everyone at the camp knew it.
Her father’s leadership position was secured thanks to her rare ability.
“Then why didn’t you have her carry the extra weight earlier?” Theresa asked.
“Her space is too small,” Dave said, ncing at her. “She can only store about 35 cubic feet of supplies.”
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Theresa nodded in understanding.
Space–based ability users were rare—and notoriously hard to level up.
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Still, the ability was incredibly valuable. Like having a mobile warehouse, it was useful anywhere, anytime.
So, that was why they brought Monica along. She might seem like deadweight, but in reality, she was their walking storage unit.
“Are you all here looking for something?” Theresa asked with a smile.
“How did you know?!” Graham blurted out–then immediately regretted it.
<i>Too </i><i>green</i>. She <i>got </i><i>me</i><i>. </i>
Theresa was sharp–way too sharp.
Grinning, she reached out and ruffled his hair. “Good boy. Now tell me what you’re looking for, and I’ll give you more meat.”
Graham just stared at her, stunned.
Was this how kidnappers lured kids with candy?
He shook his head hard.
The others mmed up, too.
They were soldiers–they had a code. Even if they were eating her food, there were lines they wouldn’t
cross<b>. </b>
“Fine,” Theresa said, letting it go. “If you won’t tell me, I’ll find out myself eventually.”
Her respect for their silence actually grew. If they had spilled everything just for a bite to eat, they wouldn’t be worth trusting–and she wouldn’t have believed them anyway.
She really dropped the subject after that. And as they kept eating, Graham and the others felt even more grateful.
She fed them, asked nothing in return, and didn’t push when they stayed quiet.
They owed her now.
Big time.
Theresa wasn’t just generous–she was someone worth repaying.
Their admiration for her surged–like loyal knights indebted to a noble queen.
In less than half an hour, they wiped out every bit of Theresa’s hot pot, broth, and all.
Then Lucas spoke up.
“Break’s over. Everyone, gather up.”
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Theresa’s team packed up quickly.
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They also stored their untouched rations. Graham and the others thought about offering them to Theresa. but figured someone who dined like royalty every day wouldn’t care for basic boxed meals–so they kept
them.
They’d save them for their captain instead. With food shortages back at camp, he definitely wouldn’t mind.
“Everyone, pair up and start sweeping the right side!”
Lucas checked his watch. It was already 1 p.m.
If everything stayed on track, they could wrap up and head out by 5.
With that, the group split up and got back to work.
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