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❝There's NO surrender And there's NO escape Are we the HUNTERS? Or are we the PREY?❞
( ⌗ Ruelle, Game of Survival )
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Mount Weather ── .✦ October 12, 2149
"Oh, fuck."
The words scraped up her throat like broken glass. They tasted stale on her tongue, but saying them grounded her, anchored her to something-anything-that wasn't this cold, rising tide of dread.
Mount Weather.
The name clanged around her skull, heavier than any chain. The ghost stories Lincoln had whispered, the warnings she'd half dismissed because believing them meant admitting there were worse things than the Grounders.
Nix pressed her palm flat against the metal door, harder this time, like brute force alone might open it. The surface didn't budge. Her pulse thudded against her throat, hard and uneven. She swallowed, willing her breathing to steady.
Focus, she told herself, voice silent and shaking inside her head. You have to think.
She turned slowly, her gaze skimming across the immaculate room, searching for anything that looked breakable, anything that might feel like control. The sterile white walls offered no comfort, no softness, no proof real people existed beyond them. Her eyes found the camera again, perched high in the corner, its tiny red light blinking in a slow, patient rhythm. Watching and recording. Her stomach clenched.
Something inside her snapped. She crossed the room in three quick steps and wrapped her fingers around the IV pole. The steel was cold against her palm, a shiver of reality she needed. She could feel her heart beating all the way down her spine.
For one ragged second, she hesitated-because throwing it would mean no going back. But the fear boiling in her chest needed a target, needed something to shatter before it shattered her.
