We finally met Inspector Shariff at the base camp — the man everyone called the lifeline of the survivors. He had helped countless people escape the chaos outside. When Jenny and I told him everything, he listened carefully, his sharp eyes never leaving us. Then, with a calm but firm voice, he said,7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvJp9uTbw9K
“Stay with us tonight. You’ll be safer here.”
That’s when we met Kathir, an engineer with brilliant hands and an even sharper mind. Using parts from an old military radio and a few broken walkie-talkies, he had built a working communication system. In times like these, that invention was nothing short of gold.
That night, we decided to stay. The air was cold, the campfire dim, and for the first time in days, I felt a little peace.
The next morning, Jenny and I prepared to return to the hotel. As we packed, a familiar voice echoed from behind me.
A voice I had prayed to hear again.
I turned.
It was Siddhu.
He ran toward me, and before I could even breathe, we were already hugging each other — tight, shaking, tears rolling down our faces. I silently thanked Lord Murugan for bringing my friend back to me alive.
Siddhu had been one of the players who went to play a “game” to extend their lifeline. His voice trembled as he explained what he went through.
The game was called Rubberduck.
Each player received three rings and had twenty seconds per round to find at least one key hidden inside rubber ducks floating in a swimming pool. The catch? They couldn’t enter the water. Anyone who failed… would be instantly shot by an automatic gun mounted nearby.
Siddhu and an old man were the only survivors.
He was lucky — or maybe blessed — to still be breathing.
Jenny and I decided to bring Siddhu back with us to the hotel. Inspector Shariff agreed but asked us to stay in touch using the walkie-talkie Kathir had modified. We promised to return soon.
After hours of walking, we came across an old gas station standing silent under the scorching sun. The place looked abandoned, yet strangely alive. We decided to rest for a while before continuing.
But the moment we opened the door, a man sitting on the floor slowly lifted his head — and pointed a gun straight at us.
We froze.
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We simply raised our hands… and surrendered
and then Add to home screen.