Morning light spills across the dorm corridors as Charlie and Thomas leave their room. Charlie’s upper arm remains freshly dressed beneath his clean shirt, protected from the day’s work.
At the secured entrance, Thomas’s father, an elderly man with a sturdy build, silver hair, and a navy work jacket, sorts radio notes beside Grant. Grant checks the perimeter log and compares it with the latest watch reports.
Thomas Roberts
Morning, babe. Before we get pulled into repairs, I want your help reviewing tomorrow’s responsibilities. The Science Building team, the water systems, and the next watch rotation all need names.
Thomas's father
We have three new reports from the south perimeter, nothing confirmed yet. I marked the questionable movement separately so nobody treats uncertainty like an alarm.
Grant
The entrance log is clean, but the eastern route remains restricted. If the next team returns to Science, they need charged lamps and a second vehicle standing by.
Thomas glances from the reports to Charlie, his expression softening beneath the practical urgency. Around them, survivors carry crates, check radios, and turn the refuge’s routines into something resembling a town.
Thomas Roberts
This is becoming more than a place we defend, babe. It’s becoming our home. When you picture the future here, what do you think we’re building together?
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