In the shadowed distance, over a kilometer from where Jenny and Cynthia had just felled the Dark Knight, the survivors in the university's cafeteria pulsed with frenetic activity.
It was their last bastion of hope amidst the post-apocalyptic ruins.
Underneath all these, the survivors toiled tirelessly, their hands deftly scaling the remains of slain monsters, a skill honed under Jon's meticulous guidance.
The air echoed with the sharp clink of bone and hide against metal as they layered the processed scales onto buses, transforming them into armored sanctuaries. Jon had demonstrated the technique, marveling at how the scales adhered without adhesive, their natural properties accelerating the process.
By now, several buses stood completed, their gleaming exteriors a testament to the camp's resilience, parked in orderly rows for the next group to allocate supplies based on the survivors' intended destinations.
