The truck raced back to their hideout, the fading cries of the horde replaced by the rumble of the engine and their own heavy breathing. No one spoke until the rusty gates of their base were securely locked behind them.
Exhausted but buzzing with success, they unloaded the precious food into their storage room. They stared at the pile of boxes and cans. It looked like a lot, but as they started stacking it, a sobering reality set in.
"This..." Shihab started, wiping sweat from his brow. "This is not enough. It won't feed much people."
Jawad sighed, leaning against a wall. "We risked our necks for this. It's a good haul. But you're right. If we just hand out cans, it'll be gone in a day, and most people will only get one meal."
"We need to be smart," Karam said, his voice thoughtful. He
