As Sparrow continued speaking, the others nodded in understanding. They grasped the point he was trying to make. In this apocalyptic world, although the old order no longer existed, the aftermath of the first zombie wave following the Geostorm had taught them a harsh truth: no matter how strong their individual base became, their strength alone was still insignificant. They needed support from other shelters.
The number of surviving humans was drastically small compared to the vast hordes of zombies roaming the earth. To survive and carve out a future, they needed as much manpower as possible. Building a network was not just beneficial—it was essential. And to do that, they had to show sincerity and extend support to smaller bases and shelters.
"We'll be coming," Grandpa Aldens was the first to speak. Though aged, he had participated in countless operations before, rescue missions, crisis responses, anything that called for steady hands and experience.
