Mila had always taken pride in her work, even if others overlooked it.
As head of the Sanitation Crew, she and her team were responsible for keeping New Haven‑45 livable. Toilets, floors, the junkyard, even the foul corners of the shelter… nothing was beyond their reach.
In this A.I. apocalypse, infection or sickness could be just as deadly as a Sentinel's plasma blast. Medicines were scarce, and even when found, they didn't always work. Cleanliness was survival, and Mila knew it better than anyone.
When her daily duties were finished, she never wasted time.
She trained with the weapons, determined not to be helpless if danger came.
During the ten-day wait for the Global Event to hunt Field Tyrants, she practiced with a revolver. At first, her shots were clumsy, but after twenty or thirty minutes of steady drills each day, her aim began to improve.
She wasn't a soldier yet, but she was no longer just a cleaner at this point…
