Chapter 116 - Past
News about the chaos in Unrill City kept flashing on the television. The government seemed overwhelmed, unable to handle the escalating situation. On the screen, a news anchor spoke with a worried tone, her face showing clear exhaustion.
"The shortage of food supplies has triggered long lines at supermarkets and grocery stores. There are reports of minor scuffles between residents fighting over basic necessities," she said.
Karl switched off the TV with a heavy sigh. He glanced at Layla and Jane, who were sitting on the floor wrapped in thick blankets, trying to keep warm.
"Unrill City is really falling apart," Karl muttered, mostly to himself.
Layla nodded slightly. "I never thought it would get this bad. Everyone must be panicking."
Jane, sitting in a corner hugging her knees, looked at Karl with a serious expression. "We’re lucky you have that power, Karl. We can survive without worrying about food."
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That night, noises from outside grew louder and more frequent. Some of the apartment residents were pacing the hallways, speaking in raised voices. The usual knocks on doors now often came with a small shout—signs that people were starting to lose patience.
Karl peeked through the peephole of his apartment door. In the hallway, two neighbors were arguing over their turn to draw water from the communal tank.
"I was here first! You already took your share yesterday!" a man shouted angrily.
"Do you think I had a choice? My kids need water!" the woman in front of him shot back, her voice cracking.