The gas station, now free from the zombie horde, felt eerily quiet in the aftermath of the battle. The group moved quickly to fortify their position, reinforcing the windows and doors, while others worked to set up sentry points around the perimeter. They didn't want to take any chances, if the zombies could find them this time, they could find them again.
George stood outside, directing the survivors as they moved supplies and secured the area. The tension from the battle was still fresh, but the feeling of victory lingered in the air. For the first time since their arrival, George allowed himself a moment of relief. They had made it through the worst of it, but there was still work to be done.
