The tension in New Haven had been rising steadily over the past few days. Every night brought new sounds, growls, screeches, the unnerving shuffle of creatures outside the walls. George stood on the mansion's balcony, his eyes scanning the perimeter as dusk fell over the settlement. The once sporadic monster attacks had become disturbingly frequent, leaving little time for rest between battles. Resources were being drained, and the survivors were growing weary.
The last attack had nearly broken through their defenses, a group of mutants had emerged from the treeline, smashing against the barricades with surprising strength and ferocity. It had taken everything the community had to fend them off, and even now, the guards patrolling the walls looked over their shoulders, as if waiting for the next wave to appear.
