The next day, the news of Beverly killing some werewolves spread far across Gaza. That morning, Beverly went around to the homes of those who had lost their loved ones to the werewolves, offering her condolences and promising to do everything in her power to stop the attacks. As she walked through the streets of Gaza, many people praised her and were so happy to have someone as brave as that in their city. Beverly walked through the streets of Gaza, feeling a sense of purpose and determination. She had made progress in her mission to stop the werewolf attacks, and she felt empowered by the support of the people of Gaza.As she walked, she noticed a group of people gathered around a house, and she approached them to see what was happening. A woman was weeping uncontrollably, and Beverly knew that she had to do something to comfort her."Excuse me," Beverly said, approaching the group. "What's going on here?"The woman looked up at Beverly, tears streaming down her face. "It's my son

The once bustling streets of Omaha were now ghostly silent, save for the occasional howl that pierced through the night. The werewolf rampage had thrown Omaha into chaos and despair. Families huddled together in fear, desperately seeking refuge and safety. Some managed to flee to neighboring towns and cities, hoping to find solace in unfamiliar territories. Others, however, were left behind, unable to escape due to various circumstances.Those who were left behind looked for the best hideout they could get and took refuge in them. As it is, there were now several hideouts in Omaha with each of them containing groups of people. Due to this, the killings were reduced. But once in a while, hideouts were discovered by these hungry and roaming werewolves and when this happens, the humans were either killed or turned into werewolves and those who manage to escape from the werewolves ran for their dear lives until they discover another place to hide. This was the routine for most of the pe

The morning sun bathed the streets of Gaza in a golden glow as Beverly stepped out of her house, a spring in her step and a smile on her face. She had slept soundly, the weight of her recent triumph against the werewolves lifting from her shoulders, at least for a moment. Little did she know that the day held a surprise for her.As Beverly made her way toward the front of her house, she noticed a growing commotion on the street. Her heart swelled with curiosity as she approached the gathering crowd. And there, in the center, she saw familiar faces, a mix of fit fighters and recovering survivors who had recently escaped the clutches of the werewolves. But what struck her the most were the new faces, people who had been drawn by the tales of her bravery and the hope she had ignited within the hearts of the people of Gaza.As the crowd caught sight of Beverly, a collective cheer erupted, their voices blending into a chorus of praise and appreciation. They hailed her as their hero, their

The morning sun bathed the city of Gaza in a warm glow as Beverly, accompanied by her sister Alice, walked toward the central square. The sound of footsteps echoed through the narrow streets, and people gradually emerged from their homes, curious to see what was unfolding. Beverly had gone to tell the messenger earlier that morning that there is a special announcement she has to make and people should gather at the Market Square and Gaza's messenger performed his duty well by using mass media to communicate with the people. As Beverly approached the gathering crowd, their faces turned toward her, a mix of anticipation and concern evident in their expressions.Beverly stood on a raised platform, her eyes scanning the assembled crowd. She took a deep breath, grounding herself, before addressing her people. The silence settled over the square as all eyes were fixed upon her."My fellow Gazans," Beverly began, her voice carrying with it a mixture of determination and vulnerability. "Toda

Elton was the first to wake up in the royal palace. He had planned last night to wake up very early in the morning. His footsteps were light as he navigated the corridors of the royal palace. The early morning air held a quiet stillness, interrupted only by the distant chirping of birds. Every creak of the floorboards sent a jolt of adrenaline through his veins, reminding him of the need for caution.He had spent a restless night, his mind consumed with thoughts of Rogers' mysterious disappearance. Something didn't sit right with him, and he couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the story than what his father had let on. The cryptic words and evasive behavior had raised Elton's suspicions, fueling his determination to uncover the truth.As he reached the palace gates, he scanned the area for any signs of movement. The guards, still groggy from the early hour, were engrossed in their duties, unaware of the prince's stealthy escape. With a silent sigh of relief, Elton slippe