Spoiling everything
“Water carried bacteria directly into our food supply,” Andrew continued, his voice filled with disgust. “Contamination spread silently, poisoning what little we had left. Rice, flour, canned goods—it didn’t matter. Everything turned against us. Each bite carried risk, each sip a gamble. Anyone who touched it, anyone who ate, became infected. Our strength faded. Our numbers dropped, one by one. The ship itself had turned into our executioner, striking us mercilessly.”
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