Ray was sitting comfortably while he looked at Shelly.
"How is your day going, Shelly?"
"It's going fine, boss, but those refugees are coming in droves, and our city might not be able to take all these people in so easily. Besides, we've found that some government workers seem to have come, claiming that this is their city."
"Oh, interesting?" Ray curled his lips into a sneer. He had built the city. If some people came claiming that the land was theirs, they'd have to meet his fist first.
He wouldn't have been so brazen before the apocalypse, but this time, if they started to mess with him, he definitely wouldn't be kind.
After all, where were they during the apocalypse? Was there any support provided by them?
Instead, Ray was met with resistance from the military, and there was already a bit of resentment in his heart. If they really dared to...
