Chapter 293 A Feast for the Dead
Chapter 293 A Feast for the Dead
“They’ve even got <b>eggs </b>someone shouted from the hallway. “I swear, every single person got a braised
“Mom, what’s a braised egg?” a little boy asked, tugging on his mom’s sleeve with wire eyes full of curiosity. He probably couldn’t even recall its taste. Back before the apocalypse, it was the kind of thing parents kept <b>from </b>kids just to stop them from spoiling their dinner. Now, it was practically a legend.
From her room, <b>Eva </b>listened to the chatter drifting in from the hallway.
The zing Sun Alliance can we really trust them?
If we follow Theresa.. weill our people finally get to eat like that?
Her thoughts kept looping until heavy footsteps pounded up the stairs.
Graham appeared with a few men, each one lugging crates. The Ridgefall Camp’s survivors swarmed like bees to honey, whispers flying everywhere.
“Is that……. rice?!”
“No way. Instant noodles too!”
“Mom. I want noodles!”
Graham set the load <b>down </b>with a grin. “Ms. Hunter, Theresa sent this up for you. Consider it her way of making things right.”
Eva stepped out just in time to see them vanish back down the stairs, leaving nothing behind but a neat pile of food.
So, this <b>was </b>how Theresa paid for Mario’s death.
Eva’s chest tightened. Theresa didn’t need to do <b>this</b>. Nobody would have med her if she hadn’t. She was strong enough that no one dared challenge her. Yet here she was, tossing them a lifeline–100 pounds of rice and 10 boxes of instant noodles.
A life for a feast. That’s the trade, Eva thought.
She didn’t hesitate long. “Take it,” she told her people. “Cook it. Let’s eat.”
The entire Ridgefall Camp erupted.
For the first time in months, their faces lit up. The smell of boiling rice and noodles was enough to make grown men look like kids on a holiday morning. One thought spread through the crowd like wildfire. Some prople are hell to deal with when they’re alive, but even in death, they still manage to be useful. The people downstairs didn’t just kill that b*stard–she threw us a feast on top of his grave.
In minutes, boxes were torn open. Pots ttered, noodles hit the boiling water, rice smell flooded the halls. For once, Ridgefall Camp actually felt alive<b>. </b>
Just as the first batch of noodles was ready, a voice cut through the noise.
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“What the hell is going on here?”
It was Malik.
He came stomping down from the rooftop, knife on his belt and fury in his eyes.
“Maliki Come eat with us!”
someone called out, grimming
He stopped dead. Fat teha?!
“They gave it to us, another voice piped up. “You know… for Mario.”
Malik stared. For.. Mariol
The <b>name </b>burned <b>in </b>his cars. Heat boiled in his chest and shot straight to his skull.
No! Hell no!
In one violent move, he shoved forward and flipped <b>the </b>entire table.
Bowls ttered. Rice went flying. Hot noodles spilled like a flood.
Malik was already charging toward the stairs with a knife in hand, like a man possessed, before anyone could even shout.
“Mr. Stark! Wait!“
“Stop him!”
Someone bolted toward Eva’s room. “Ms. Hunter! Mr. Stark is about to start a fight!”
In her office, Eva couldn’t tear her eyes from the peeling paint <b>as </b>her mind kept racing.
Can I really trust Theresa? What if joining her alliance is a mistake<b>? </b>
Ridgefall Camp is running on fumes. Every bite we getes from Malik’s scavenging runs. They’ve already picked everything clean within a thousand feet. Beyond that is nothing but dead zones crawling with infected.
We’ve got nothing left. Nothing but <b>our </b><b>people</b>…
Her jaw tightened<b>. </b>If there’s even a chance to join her…
“Ms. Hunter!” The shout from outside ripped her from her thoughts. “Malik’s downstairs again!”
Eva bolted <b>from </b>her office, heart <b>hammering</b>.
When she reached <b>downstairs</b>, it was over.
Malik was face–down<b>, </b>one arm pinned painfully behind his back. Theresa’s boot pressed down between his shoulders like she owned the ground he was <b>lying </b>on.
The high ponytail. The sharp grin. She looked down at him like a predator sizing up its next bite,
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mocking, “What’s the matter, Malik? Thinking of asking for another feast in your name
Eva froze.
Theresa wasn’t a savior.
She followed her own rules–no mercy, no apologies only keen instincts and formidable teeth.
If it suited her, she’d pull you up. As long as she stayed on top, everyone else got dragged along for the ride.
Cross her, though, and you might as well start digging your own grave.
Theresa wasn’t amb. She was a tiger. One swipe, and you were gone.
“Ms. Hall!” Eva shoved herself between them. “Let him go. I’ll handle him.”
Theresa’s gaze slid over to Eva, her grin curling just a little softer. She drawled, “Honestly, sis, for your camp’s sake… he’s not the worst pick.”
Eva’s chest tightened. She drew in a slow breath. Tll think about it. Please. Just… let him go.<b>” </b>
Theresa tilted her head like she was toying with the idea, then finally stepped back with a sigh. “Fine. Just this once<b>. </b>
Malik growled from the ground. “I swear, I’ll
“Shut it!” Eva snapped before he could finish
She waved her people over to grab him. They hauled him upstairs, muttering all the way.
Once the room was cleared, Lucas let out a low whistle and nced at the others. “We’d better keep our eyes open tonight.”
“Yeah,” one of the men muttered, eyes on the stairs.
Sure. Theresa killed Malik’s brother. Still, like it or not, she did it for everyone’s sake.