(3 Months Later - [1 year since the start of the apocalypse]
Three months had passed swiftly, marking a year since the world had plunged into the abyss of the apocalypse.
The looming arrival of "The Mist" cast a shadow of urgency over the sanctuary, prompting me to call for a crucial council meeting.
The air was thick with a mix of anticipation and resolve as we gathered around the aged oak table that had borne witness to countless decisions shaping our collective fate.
"As you all know," I began, my voice steady, "the arrival of 'The Mist' is upon us. It's imperative we reassess our inventory, especially our food reserves, to ensure we can withstand extended periods of isolation if needed."
Andy, who had taken the lead in transforming barren lands into lush, productive fields, nodded in agreement.
He unfurled a detailed plan, meticulously crafted to account for every grain and leaf within our sanctuary's bounds.
