Inside the last government stronghold, the air was thick with tension. Outside, the harsh winter raged on, making any sort of farming impossible. The food stockpiles were abundant, but strict rationing was in place for the survivors, causing unrest among the people.
In the heart of the facility, the prime minister and top government officials gathered in the conference room. The prime minister, visibly enraged, paced back and forth as his voice echoed off the walls. Despite the recent success of retrieving oil trucks to keep the facility running, his frustration was palpable. It wasn't enough.
"We have oil, but what good is it if we can't secure the country?" he spat, slamming his fist on the table. "Status report on the military bases!"
The room fell silent as the general stood, clearing his throat. "Sir, the situation at the bases remains unchanged. We are still unable to reclaim any of them."
