The Last Safe Day

Over the next forty-eight hours, Harper dropped her futile hunt for supply crates. Roaming the snowy wasteland felt like a fool's errand. If luck was not on her side, she would grind her way to survival. Outworking the odds was her only strategy.

Her mornings fell into a strict, unforgiving routine. Wake up. Force down a handful of tart, face-puckering wild berries. Snap half a piece of dry white