The morning sun peeked through the trees, casting long shadows across the busy mountain grounds. The community was abuzz with activity, as survivors worked together to expand their growing haven. After the rescue mission in Harrisburg, New Haven, as George had named their settlement, was thriving, but there was still a lot of work to do.
George stood on the mansion's balcony, surveying the construction below. Makeshift tents dotted the landscape, and several houses were nearing completion. The sounds of hammering, sawing, and the clatter of tools echoed through the valley. Survivors from Harrisburg, once broken and battered, had found new purpose, working tirelessly to build homes and reclaim a sense of normalcy.
"Looks like we're finally making some real progress," George muttered to himself as he watched the workers below.
