The morning sun filtered through the high reinforced windows of the Central High School cafeteria.
Four hundred registered survivors gathered in orderly lines around the kitchen counters, their expressions a mixture of relief and lingering anxiety.
Steam rose from large stainless kettles filled with vegetable broth and boiled grain, filling the hall with a warm, comforting aroma.
"Our current food distribution provides two balanced meals per person each day," Vasa reported, holding a digital ledger tablet.
"At this consumption rate, our preserved cafeteria pantry will last exactly ten days."
Standing beside the central distribution table, the First Player reviewed the glowing logistics breakdown on the terminal screen.
Beside him, the dark-haired striker watched the quiet crowd, her calm eyes carefully assessing the physical condition of the civilian refugees.
