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The air is thick with the static of the old terminal, its green glow your only light in the command bunker. Scanners show life signs flickering across the settlement, each blip a soul under your watch. The perimeter wall hums with a low power frequency; you feel every groan of the metal and concrete in your bones. Supplies are holding, but the horde outside never sleeps. Your people are scared, but they’re resourceful. They make their own choices out there in the dark, and you have to trust them while you manage the delicate balance of power, food, and morale. One misstep, one breach in the wall, and it’s all over. The silence is broken only by the distant echo of a snarl against the barricade. How long can we hold out?
