The Endgame Chronicles (by Hugh White) novel Chapter 908

The warm light of sunset slowly faded.

Out by the eastern harbor, the last of its warmth slipped away from a brother and sister walking along the shoreline.

Malcolm took off his scarf and wrapped it around Scarlett.

“I’m not cold,” Scarlett said, waving him off.

Malcolm ignored her, pulling the scarf tighter and adjusting it carefully until only her eyes showed. “How much longer do you think I can keep taking care of you?”

“For life,” she said without hesitation.

“Keep dreaming. Go find yourself a husband already. I’m not taking care of you forever.”

“Come on, seriously?”

“Listen to me,” Malcolm said, his tone turning firm. “When you pick a man, make sure he’s steady, reliable, and actually cares about you. Stay away from smooth talkers, anyone with bad habits, and especially guys with a bad temper. You’ve got enough attitude as it is. Two hotheads under one roof, you’ll be fighting every day.”

“You’re so annoying.”

“Scarlett, listen,” he went on, more quietly now. “This was Dad’s last wish. You have to see it through. I’ll be watching. I’m making sure you get married.”

Scarlett covered her ears and ran ahead, chasing the last stretch of fading sunlight.

The sun dipped all the way to the west, casting its final glow across the wide expanse of Haylight League.

In the end, that light settled along the city wall, falling across a line of young soldiers standing watch.

“Looks like Nash isn’t coming back tonight.”

“What’s he up to?” Bradley asked, turning toward the others.

“Probably with his girl. They’ve been together for years. With everything going on, no way they’re not spending time together.”

Bradley listened, a faint trace of something unreadable passing across his face.

“Hey, Bradley, why don’t you find someone, too?” one of the soldiers said, clapping him on the shoulder. “With your looks and your status here, you’ve got plenty of options. You should go for it.”

Bradley shook his head, his gaze steady on the horizon. “I’ve only got one goal: wipe out this damn virus.”

The other soldier gave his shoulder a solid pat. “Respect.”

After he left, Bradley stood there alone, staring into the darkness rising beyond the wall.

Quietly, he spoke under his breath.

“Lindsay, I’ll end this for you.”

Once the sun disappeared completely, the moon and stars took over, casting their light over a shelter at the center of Haylight League.

Hayley had spent the entire day setting things in motion.

Everything had been assigned.

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All the components she brought back from the underground storage at West Sea Base had been handed to Liam, who was now working nonstop to assemble weapons.

Production of food and faw materials had been halted.

There was no point continuing

She had already stocked the shelters at the League beadquarters and the three Ark bases with enough supplies to last a hundred years.

Food was the least of their concerns. Their reserves were overflowing; every warehouse was packed with supplies that had originally been meant for other bases, with more left unused.

Now there was no one left to send them to.

With production stopped, everyone had been reassigned.

At this point, aside from the children who had been evacuated, every person in Haylight League was a soldier.

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