6 months later…
Fort Aegis learned how to breathe.
It's been over 6 months since the apocalypse started, and the quarantine zone that was hastily set up by the remnants of the US military adapted.
It wasn't the frantic, panicked gasps of a city on the brink anymore, neither was it the Kill Road's metronome of gunfire, and also not the constant sprint of survival, but it was now something slower and heavier, something more orderly.
The fortress inhaled rations and refugees at dawn, exhaled work details and patrols by noon, and held its breath every night, listening to the dark.
Over a hundred thousand souls now moved inside the concrete ribs like blood through veins, and the whole machine pretended it was a body and not a bunker waiting out a storm.
Yes, Fort Aegis now had over 100,000 survivors inside its walls.
