[Time left before the arrival of the end of the world: 4 Days]
Grace placed the last plate into the cabinet and stepped back to admire her work. The kitchen was finally looking spotless as every item was back in its rightful place.
As she wiped her hands on the towel hanging by the counter, her phone vibrated with an incoming call. She glanced at the screen and saw Davian's name. Without any hesitation, she answered.
"Hello," she said while leaning against the counter.
"Did I disturb you?" Davian's familiar voice came through the phone. His voice sounded calm but still carried an undertone of urgency.
Grace's lips twitched faintly. She knew he wouldn't call unless it was something important. "No, you didn't. What's the matter?"
"We talked about finding abandoned military bases yesterday," he began. "I reached out through my connections, and they have identified a few that might meet your requirements."
