The shelter, once devastated by the werewolf coup, had transformed into a thriving haven. The survivors here had steadily rebuilt, developing technologies to make life easier and adapting to the harsh, ruined world outside.
Though things now felt almost normal, the pain of their past still lingered. Many could not forget the anguish of losing their old lives in the blink of an eye.
Then, a commotion stirred at the front gate.
Several vehicles pulled up, dusty and rugged from travel. A group of people stepped out, demanding entry and wishing to ask some questions. The guards, alert and cautious, responded that they would first need to check with their superiors.
After a tense wait, the gates opened partially. One of the guards stepped forward and said firmly, "If you want to enter, you'll need to surrender your weapons. It's protocol, for everyone's safety."
The visitors protested, understandably.
"These weapons are for protection. We can't just give them up."
