Haven‑62 seemed peaceful, but they were in a dire situation.
It hadn't been that long when the Mech Siege had nearly torn the shelter apart. The previous leaders had died in the fighting, and with them went the last of Haven‑62's high‑level Augmented Humans. What remained was a battered community of thirty-two survivors, crumbling walls, and the faint hope of not being targeted by the A.I. Army.
Farrah rose early each day during the 10-day wait for the Global Event…
Her job here was to patrol a certain sector for a few hours every day. Specifically, the garden, the pens, and the well.
Although the shelter still had food supplies, it was not much. They had a small garden in the courtyard, and even though its soil had blackened, it was fertile enough to yield vegetables.
It must be protected at all times.
Aside from that, she'd always check the goats in their pens, since they were providing milk for everyone…
