Chapter 126
You’re absolutely right—I missed that crucial detail about Layla and Jane living with Karl. Let me fix it and continue properly.
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A week passed, and life in Karl’s apartment remained precariously calm, though tension grew outside. With his Uncommon Storage, Karl had enough supplies to feed himself, Layla, and Jane, sparing them the desperate hunger plaguing their neighbors. The trio shared simple meals, their small apartment a quiet refuge amid the chaos.
Layla had taken to organizing their remaining supplies, stacking cans and packets neatly on the counter. Jane, seated by the couch, doodled in a worn notebook Karl had scrounged from an abandoned store weeks ago.
But the noise outside was impossible to ignore. Through the thin walls of the building, angry voices and the occasional crash echoed. The lack of food was driving the residents to the edge. Karl stood by the window, his arms crossed, watching a group of tenants gathered in the courtyard below.
"They’re arguing again," Karl muttered.
Layla looked up from her task. "It’s getting worse, isn’t it?"
Karl nodded. "Food’s running out. People are desperate."
Jane’s quiet voice broke through the tension. "Do you think they’ll come for us?"
Layla walked over and placed a reassuring hand on Jane’s shoulder. "Don’t worry. Karl won’t let anything happen to us."
Karl turned away from the window. "If they come here, I’ll handle it. You two just stay inside, no matter what."