Katya's Arc

Chapter 1 of 3

Katya pushed open the supply cabin door and swore under her breath. Bandages lay scattered across the floor, antibiotic tubes mixed with empty boxes, gauze torn from packaging and left in useless piles. Someone had already been through here, taking what they wanted and leaving chaos behind. She spotted the wooden chest in the corner, half-hidden behind a tarp. The metal latches gleamed, untouched. Katya crossed the cabin in three steps and flipped it open. Inside, organized rows of antibiotics, sterile sutures, morphine ampules, and trauma supplies waited. Her pulse steadied. Whoever ransacked the obvious supplies had missed the real prize. She grabbed her pack and started loading, working fast. Every vial she claimed now meant more desperate contestants later, and desperation paid well. The prize money was already closer.