"What do we do?" An old man resident spoke as he huddled around with the few remaining people, discussing if they should accept Fishy's deal.
"I've never heard of such a nation." Another man spoke.
The group were hiding in a damaged house, one that was just well enough to remain stable and keep them sheltered and out of hearing from Fishy.
"Who knows how long we were out for. The whole world could be different for all we know."
"I don't believe it…" The old man said. "There is no way someone would just appear and save us. He must be planning something. He could have even created that monster for all we know."
The group were all as worried as each other. The other felt too good to be true. They were once a popular village frequented by traders and travellers. To have their status changed would be an embarrassment to what was built before. At least, that's what the old man, the old mayor thought.
