The factory buzzed like a hive of bees, its residents tirelessly pushing forward in their quest to transform the dilapidated space into a fortified stronghold. Mallory had outlined a clear list of priorities: defenses, sustainability, and communication. The urgency to prepare for the unknown was palpable, and everyone had a role to play.
It was midmorning when Mallory gathered the group in the central hall to discuss the next set of challenges. Blinky rested on her shoulder, occasionally slithering down to poke at her notes with what passed for a curious appendage.
"Alright," Mallory began, addressing the group seated on mismatched chairs, crates, and even overturned barrels. "We've made great progress, but we're far from ready. Today, we're focusing on testing our defenses and securing communication lines. Any questions?"
Alex's hand shot up. "Can we name the traps? Like, if someone gets caught in one, I want to yell, 'Ha! You just got Alexed!'"
