2026-10-24 09:04:06Chapter 8
He threw a small bag of rice down the wall. It landed in the mud.
Ravena crawled to it like an animal.
It was small. Five kilograms. White plastic with blue letters that said FINN'S WAREHOUSE - PREMIUM RICE. Jax had thrown hundreds of bags like it into his space months ago without thinking. Now this one small bag was worth more than a house in the old world.
For three seconds, no one moved.
Then they all moved at once.
Ravena Voss, who once wore diamond rings and drank tea from expensive cups, dove into the mud on her knees and grabbed the bag with both hands. Her nails were broken and black.
"Mine! I saw it first! I am the mother! I will share!" she screamed.
Kade, bleeding from his stump, his face white from pain and hunger, used his good hand to pull the bag.
"Give it to me! I lost my hand for this! I lost my hand because of him! It is mine!" He screamed and tried to bite Ravena's arm.
Selene stood over them. She did not dive. She stared at the bag, and then stared at the steel door where Jax had disappeared. Her cracked lips trembled.
"Stop it! Both of you stop it! You look like animals!" she shouted.
Ravena slapped Kade's bloody stump. Kade howled and punched Ravena's shoulder. The bag ripped. A little white rice spilled into the black mud.
"See! See what you do! You waste it!" Ravena cried, trying to scoop the dirty rice back into the bag with her muddy fingers.
From the top of the wall, Jax watched it all on the small security monitor. He had not turned it off yet.
Mira stood next to him, her rifle resting on the wall, her silver hair blowing in the cold wind that smelled like rust and rot.
Finn, Lina, and Leo were inside, behind the locked steel door. Finn was holding Leo's ears so he would not hear the screaming outside.
"They are fighting like rats," Mira said quietly.
"They live like rats now," Jax said. His voice had no anger. No joy. Nothing. "That is what the dead world does. It makes rich people into rats."
On the monitor, Selene finally bent down and grabbed the bag too. Not to fight, but to stop the fight.
"Mom! Kade! Enough! We split it! Three parts! If we fight here, we die here!"
Kade spat black mud from his mouth. "You... you always act good, Selene. You acted good when you watched them tie Jax. You said he was useless. Now you act good for rice?"
Selene slapped him. Hard. Across his thin face.
"I was wrong!" she screamed, tears finally coming. "I was wrong about everything! I was adopted! Mom used me! She used all of us! And I let her! I let her make me cruel! I am sorry! I am sorry!"
Her sorry was not for Jax. Jax could not hear it anymore. Her sorry was for herself, in the mud, over a torn bag of rice.
Ravena clutched the bag to her chest and rocked back and forth. "My company... my money... my building... all gone... all because of that leak..."
Jax turned the volume up a little on the monitor, just enough to hear.
A new sound came from the forest at the bottom of the hill.
Not wind. Not rain.
A low growl. Then another. Then many.
Red eyes opened in the dark trees. The beasts that used to be people. They had heard Kade's screaming when Jax cut his hand off. They had heard Ravena's crying. Noise in the dead world means food.
Mira raised her rifle. "Beasts. Three. No, five. Coming up the hill."
Jax did not move to help the Voss family.
"They will hear them," he said.
Down in the mud, Selene heard it first. She turned her head.
Her eyes went wide.
"Kade! Mom! Beasts! Beasts are coming!"
Kade tried to stand with one hand, holding the rice bag. Ravena scrambled up, mud covering her expensive coat that was now rags.
The first beast came out of the trees. It was once a man in a business suit. Now its back was split open, its spine showing, its mouth too wide with too many teeth, its eyes glowing red.
It saw the rice bag. No, it saw the blood from Kade's hand dripping into the mud.
It roared.
Ravena screamed and started running down the hill, clutching the rice bag so tight the plastic tore more. Kade ran after her, bleeding, stumbling.
Selene ran last. She looked back once at the bunker wall. At the steel door that was closed. At the place where Jax had stood clean and strong while they kneeled in mud.
She did not see Jax. Jax was already gone from the wall.
The three rats ran into the dark, into the dead city, with one torn bag of rice between them, while five beasts chased their blood smell down the hill.
They disappeared into the black night.
Mira lowered her rifle. "They will live?"
"For a while," Jax said. "That bag will last them three days if they don't kill each other first. I gave it to them not because I love them. I gave it to them because I want them to live longer."
Mira looked at him. "To suffer more?"
"To remember longer," Jax said. "Every grain they eat, they will remember the bunker they could have lived in if they had been kind. Every night they eat trash after that, they will remember this hill."
He walked down the ladder from the wall and closed the small hatch. The wind stopped.
Inside the bunker, the air was warm. The solar lights glowed yellow. The smell of cooked rice and canned meat was in the air. Lina was cooking. Leo was sitting on a box, swinging his legs, holding his dinosaur.
Finn saw Jax come down and said, "Are they gone?"
Jax nodded. "They are gone."
Lina whispered, "Did you... did you kill them?"
"No," Jax said. "I let them live. That is worse for them."
He sat on the floor. His hands were shaking a little. Not from cold. From the power. Cutting a hand and opening the void and throwing a man into a place with no air took a lot from his mind. His head pounded.
Mira knelt next to him and put her hand on his shoulder. Her hand was warm and strong.
"Hey," she said softly, so only he could hear. "Are you okay?"
Jax looked at her silver hair, at her strong eyes that did not see him as a servant or a god, but as a man.
For the first time since he came back from death, since March 14, since he said no to the kidney, since he bought ten tons of rice, since he watched the black rain fall early, since he threw Drax into nowhere - for the first time, his shoulders dropped.
"I am finally free," he said. His voice was quiet and tired and real.
Mira smiled a little. "Free men still need to eat. Lina made soup."
Inside the bunker, they ate soup together. Five people. Clean water. Warm light. While outside, the world was black mud and red eyes.
After dinner, Jax went to the monitor one last time.
He turned it on. The hill was empty. No Voss family. No beasts. Just black mud and torn plastic from the rice bag fluttering in the wind.
He stared at it for a long minute.
Then he reached out and turned the monitor off. The screen went black.
He did not need to watch them anymore.
He walked to his bed, lay down, and closed his eyes. Outside, the dead world howled.
Inside, his fortress held.
And far away in the ruined city, three figures fought over a few grains of rice in the dark, dreaming of a warm light on a hill they could never climb again.
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