Night embraced the silence after a long day in Grefort City.
The colony's citizens retreated to their homes, taking a good rest for their work. A peaceful atmosphere surrounded the small enclave.
People merrily tended to their dinner as if they have no recollection of the apocalypse that struck them.
Far to the west, an invisible tension gripped the hearts of the raider group.
A small party down south was wiped out; the leaders having no idea of the perpetrators.
The entire base plunged into the highest alertness—sandbags were placed, traps were set, their guns cleaned and ready for a fight.
Headlights spilled into the dark highway from the south; generators thrummed inside, their low growl keeping the place alive.
A raider slowly climbed on the ladder, his limbs shivering under the cold breath of the night. When he reached the top, light snores reached his calloused ears.
