The factory buzzed with activity as the group worked to transform the worn-down stronghold into a secure base. The victory against the Shadows had brought temporary relief, but Mallory knew it wouldn't last long.
They had seen the Shadows' strength firsthand, and there was no guarantee they wouldn't return with greater force. If this factory was going to be their new home, it needed to be fortified to withstand any future attacks.
Mallory stood in what was once the factory's loading dock, her arms crossed as she surveyed the area. Greg and Alex were arguing over how to best barricade the large entrance.
"I'm telling you, we need to use the scrap metal," Greg said, pointing to a pile of rusted sheets nearby.
"And I'm telling you," Alex countered, waving a half-built contraption in his hand, "this place needs booby traps. No one's going to charge in if we've got a few of these bad boys waiting for them!"
