The door opened slowly, the woman on the other side cautiously peering through the crack before she pushed the door open wide enough for her to stagger into the entryway, two cases of water in her arms. A little...further.
She dropped the cases on the floor, leaning one hand on the wall as she caught her breath. Those things weren't light, especially not after lugging them up four flights of stairs.
But. She slowly closed the door. At least she would have cases of water to hide under her bed. She would be able to stay hydrated without the others knowing. It was a way to survive.
She was good at that.
-Inspiration from seeing a friend lugging water.
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