[1 month later (7 months after the start of the apocalypse)]
I stood before the dawn, the sanctuary still wrapped in the quiet of early morning.
That day, I had called a meeting with our leadership team, a decision borne from the restless thoughts that had kept me company through the night.
The growth of our community, a testament to our collective will to survive, now beckoned a new kind of foresight.
The resources that cradled our existence there were finite, a truth we could no longer afford to overlook.
As I gathered my notes, the gravity of our situation settled over me.
The room filled, each face a mirror of the concern I felt.
I cleared my throat, aware of the weight my words would carry.
