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Chapter 21: Dead Weight

Chapter 21: Dead Weight

The solar panel retrieval team returned to Haven exhausted but triumphant. They had faced down one of the enhanced and come back with valuable resources, but the encounter had left them shaken. The reality of the enhanced' evolving intelligence hung over them like a dark cloud.

In the tech room, Hamida, Palesa, and Dr. Moloi had already started setting up the solar panels. The hum of machinery filled the room as they carefully integrated the panels into Haven’s power grid. The risk of overloading the refrigeration systems loomed, but they were determined to create a sustainable energy source.

“This should give us enough power to keep the refrigerators running and store some excess energy for emergencies,” Hamida said, wiping the sweat from her brow as she connected the last panel to the energy regulator.

Palesa examined the connections. “We’ll have to monitor the flow carefully. Too much power and we risk frying the system.”

Dr. Moloi checked the readings on the control panel. “The stabilising agent is still circulating, but we need to make sure nothing compromises the cold. It’s the only thing keeping us safe.”

As the tech team worked, Corey and his group were in the common room, catching their breath after the intense retrieval mission. Ashlynn was quietly sharpening her knife, her eyes occasionally flicking toward the windows, as if expecting another attack. Ricardo and Marco were discussing how to improve their speed in future missions.

“We need to be faster,” Ricardo said, his voice steady but tense. “The enhanced are getting smarter, and the longer we stay out there, the more dangerous it becomes.”

Corey leaned back in his chair, his mind racing. “We’ll have to plan our future missions more carefully. We can’t afford to get caught off guard again.”

Chantell, who had been silent since their return, spoke up. “We got lucky today. Next time, we might not. If the enhanced are learning, we need to start thinking about how to outsmart them.”

Corey nodded. “You’re right. We need to figure out how best to exploit their weaknesses. But for now, let’s get these panels set up and focus on fortifying Haven.”

***

As night fell, Haven was alive with activity. Ornelas, Melisha, Codie, and Kesh had returned from their hunting mission with a small but valuable haul of game. The meat was divided and stored, and for the first time in days, the survivors gathered together for a meal.

The cold air inside Haven felt different now—more charged, more alive. Everyone was on edge, but there was also a sense of purpose in the air. They were working toward something, building a future even in the face of overwhelming danger.

Corey stood by the window, watching the darkened forest beyond Haven’s cold boundary. His mind was filled with the image of the creature they had encountered during the retrieval mission—its glowing eyes, its quick, calculated movements. It wasn’t just reacting anymore. It was learning.

“They’re evolving faster than we thought,” Corey muttered to himself.

Behind him, Ntlentle approached quietly, her expression thoughtful. “You’re worried about what comes next.”

Corey sighed, turning to face her. “Aren’t you?”

Ntlentle nodded. “Of course I am. But we can’t stop. We’re doing everything we can to stay ahead of the virus and these enhanced. The farming project, the solar panels, the defences—it’s all progress.”

“Yeah,” Corey said, glancing out the window again. “But is it enough?”

Ntlentle placed a hand on his arm, her voice steady. “It has to be. We’re not just surviving anymore. We’re building something.”

Corey gave her a small smile, though the weight of his thoughts still pressed down on him. “You’re right. We’ve come this far. We can’t turn back now.”

***

A few days later, in the tech room, Hamida, Palesa, and Dr. Moloi had successfully integrated the solar panels into Haven’s power grid. The lights flickered as the system adjusted to the new energy source, but the readings were stable.

“We’ve done it,” Hamida said, a grin spreading across her face. “Haven’s running on solar power now.”

Palesa let out a breath of relief. “That should take some of the pressure off our generators. We’ve bought ourselves some time.”

Dr. Moloi checked the stabilising agent’s circulation one last time, nodding in approval. “It’s working. The system is balanced, and we’re storing excess energy. We’re in good shape.”

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For the first time in days, there was a sense of accomplishment in the air. The survivors were making progress—real, tangible progress. Haven was becoming more than just a temporary shelter. It was a place where they could plan, build, and fight back.

But even in the midst of their success, Corey couldn’t shake the feeling that the enhanced were watching, waiting for their next move. The cold wouldn’t hold them forever.

As the survivors settled in for the night, the quiet hum of the solar-powered systems filled the halls of Haven. Outside, the wind howled through the trees, and somewhere in the darkness, the enhanced lurked, biding their time.

Tomorrow, the fight would continue.

***

Over the next several days, the tension in Haven was palpable. The survivors were working on multiple fronts—one team focused on strengthening Haven’s defences, while another dedicated themselves to weaponising the stabilising agent. Time was not on their side, and the evolving threat of the enhanced enhanced weighed heavily on everyone's minds.

In the tech room, Dr. Moloi, Hamida, and Palesa worked tirelessly to replicate the stabilising agent and adapt it for combat use. The small lab was cluttered with tubes, vials, and hastily scrawled notes, the air thick with the smell of chemicals and the hum of machinery. Dr. Moloi had his sleeves rolled up, his face marked with exhaustion, but his determination kept him going.

"We're making progress," Dr. Moloi said, looking up from his work as Corey entered the lab to check on the team. "We’ve successfully replicated the stabilising agent, but it’s tricky. The formula is delicate, and we need to ensure it can be safely applied to weapons without losing its potency."

Palesa was bent over a computer, her brow furrowed in concentration. “We’ve run tests on the coating process. The agent can be applied to bullets and arrows, but we’ll need to seal them properly so the compound doesn’t degrade in the field.”

Hamida, who had been meticulously handling the chemical mixtures, spoke next. “We’ve also tested it on blades. The coating holds up well, but it needs to be reapplied regularly to maintain effectiveness.”

Corey nodded, impressed by the team’s progress. “How soon can we start arming the members of the group?”

Dr. Moloi wiped his forehead, clearly worn out. “We’re close. I’d say another day or two, and we’ll have enough stabilising agent to equip a small cache of weapons. We’ll test it thoroughly to make sure it works against the enhanced.”

Corey felt a surge of hope. Finally, they had a way to fight back. “Good work, all of you. We’re counting on this.”

As Corey left the lab, he headed toward the common area where the rest of the group was gathered, discussing their strategies for when the weapons were ready. Chantell, Ricardo, Marco, and Ashlynn were huddled together, talking through potential combat scenarios. Ornelas and Melisha were sharpening their blades, mentally preparing for what was to come.

“We need to be ready as soon as the weapons are,” Corey announced, stepping into the room. “The enhanced enhanced aren’t going to wait. Once we have the stabilising agent integrated into our weapons, we’re going to start taking the fight to them.”

Ricardo, always eager to prove himself, stood up. “About time. We’ve been on the defensive too long. These things think they can evolve past us—let’s show them they’re wrong.”

Ornelas glanced up, tightening the grip on his bow. “We need to be smart about it. No rushing in without a plan. The enhanced are smarter than before, and if we’re not careful, they’ll outmanoeuvre us.”

Chantell, always the voice of reason, nodded. “Ornelas is right. We need a strategy. We’ll lure them into traps, use the cold perimeter to our advantage, and hit them hard with the stabilised weapons. No mistakes.”

Corey looked around the room, seeing the determination etched into everyone’s faces. This was their best shot at turning the tide of the war they had been fighting. For too long, they had been on the back foot, barely surviving. Now, they were taking control.

“The cold perimeter and the stabilising agent give us an edge,” Corey continued. “But this isn’t just about killing them. It’s about pushing them back, reclaiming the land around Haven. If we can weaken them enough, we’ll have more freedom to expand, gather resources, and find others like us.”

Ashlynn crossed her arms, her eyes fierce. “They’ve taken too much already. It’s time we take something back.”

***

Two days later, the lab team had finished replicating enough stabilising agent to equip a small armoury. Bullets, arrows, and blades were carefully coated with the compound, sealed to protect the agent from the elements and maintain its potency. Dr. Moloi and Hamida had tested each weapon rigorously, ensuring that the agent would work as intended in the field.

Corey stood in the armoury with Chantell, Ricardo, Ornelas, and D’Souza as they inspected the new weapons. Rows of arrows dipped in the stabilising agent gleamed faintly under the lights. Bullets were packed carefully into magazines, each one loaded with the potential to neutralise the virus inside the enhanced enhanced. Knives and machetes had been treated with the agent, their edges razor-sharp and deadly.

“This is it,” Corey said, picking up one of the blades and testing its weight. “We’re ready.”

Dr. Moloi entered the room, looking tired but satisfied with the results. “The stabilising agent will work to disrupt the virus inside the enhanced. If we hit them in the right spots, it should weaken them enough for us to finish the job.”

Ricardo grinned, loading a magazine into his rifle. “Finally, something that’ll make these monsters think twice about coming after us.”

Chantell inspected her arrows, her face calm and focused. “We’ll need to be precise. These enhanced are still fast, and the stabilising agent won’t do all the work for us. But it gives us a fighting chance.”

Ornelas tested the tension of his bowstring, his face set in determination. “I’ll stick to the trees when we engage. Hit them from above, keep our distance until we see how well the agent works.”

D’Souza, always tactical, stepped forward. “We’ll split into two teams when we head out. One team will draw the enhanced in, using the cold perimeter and traps to slow them down. The second team will strike with the stabilised weapons. We’ll need to be quick and coordinated.”

Corey nodded in agreement. “No unnecessary risks. We hit hard and fast, then fall back to Haven. If this works, we’ll start planning more raids—small, targeted attacks to push the enhanced further from our territory.”