The air was thick with tension inside the mansion's main hall. George stood at the center of the table, leaning over a hand-drawn map, his brow furrowed. Around him sat Raven, Lucy, Jackie, Marcy, Thomas, and John McAllen, all wearing various expressions of concern and determination.
"We need to decide what's next," George said, his voice firm but weighed down with the decisions ahead. "We're running low on some supplies, and we know there are still other survivors out there."
Marcy was the first to speak up. "We've been managing so far with what we've got, but we can't keep it up for long. The food situation is getting tight, and we're already stretching our resources as far as they'll go. We need more, more supplies, more people, more everything."
