As his fingers brushed the cool metal, a sharp click-clack echoed from the entrance. It wasn't the wind. It was the sound of a heavy boot hitting linoleum. "Step away from the tin, Eli," a gravelly voice called out.
Should we continue Elias's journey to the , or buy buy baby formula
Elias froze. It was Miller, a rival Runner known for selling to the highest-bidding cartels rather than the families. Miller stood at the end of the aisle, a silhouette framed by the flickering pink light. As his fingers brushed the cool metal, a