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<blockquote data-quote="馬冠宇" data-source="post: 43357" data-attributes="member: 162">November 8, 2030. I’m Magonia, kicked back in my office at the dockside restaurant HQ on Queens Wharf, eyes on the murky harbor. We built four wooden guard towers today, each a ten-meter hodgepodge of scavenged timber, but they’re split: two on the roof of the research lab and two atop the Wellington Museum nearby, not far from our base. Eight of our 20 guardsmen, clutching handguns, hold the towers—four per location—while 12 patrol on foot, armed with a mix of handguns, a solid stash of shotguns, and one assault rifle we scored weeks ago. The crew of 45 busted their asses hauling wood and nails, griping as I barked orders over stale coffee, my lazy streak happy to let them sweat. The towers give us eyes on the ruins and water, crucial for spotting infected or worse.We also set up an antenna next to the Wellington Museum, a tangled rig of wires and steel that crackled on by midday. It snagged a signal from a trader, Voss, holed up a few kilometers north with a convoy. I sent Ryan Dana, my mohawked squad leader, to the ferry terminal with eight sacks of grain and two polearms forged from scrap. He traded for a 12-gauge shotgun, a bit beat but with shells, boosting our firepower. We’ve got a car now too—a patched-up sedan for scouting or trade runs. That shotgun’s a boon for our patrols, but the infected’s moans at night sound sharper, like they’re scheming, and I’m not fool enough to ignore it.The split towers and museum antenna make Infection Free Zone Wellington feel like a real network, not just a hideout. Kara and Tane, my lieutenants, keep the crew tight, and I’m cruel enough to let fear keep them sharp—no slacking in this hellhole. Voss’s trade hints at a bigger world, but I’m not chasing it; they can come to us. We’re mobile now with the sedan, and the research lab’s towers tie our defenses together. I’m staying put in my HQ, assault rifle by the door, car keys on the desk, plotting how to keep us alive in this rotting city while my lazy ass takes it one day at a time.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="馬冠宇, post: 43357, member: 162"] November 8, 2030. I’m Magonia, kicked back in my office at the dockside restaurant HQ on Queens Wharf, eyes on the murky harbor. We built four wooden guard towers today, each a ten-meter hodgepodge of scavenged timber, but they’re split: two on the roof of the research lab and two atop the Wellington Museum nearby, not far from our base. Eight of our 20 guardsmen, clutching handguns, hold the towers—four per location—while 12 patrol on foot, armed with a mix of handguns, a solid stash of shotguns, and one assault rifle we scored weeks ago. The crew of 45 busted their asses hauling wood and nails, griping as I barked orders over stale coffee, my lazy streak happy to let them sweat. The towers give us eyes on the ruins and water, crucial for spotting infected or worse. We also set up an antenna next to the Wellington Museum, a tangled rig of wires and steel that crackled on by midday. It snagged a signal from a trader, Voss, holed up a few kilometers north with a convoy. I sent Ryan Dana, my mohawked squad leader, to the ferry terminal with eight sacks of grain and two polearms forged from scrap. He traded for a 12-gauge shotgun, a bit beat but with shells, boosting our firepower. We’ve got a car now too—a patched-up sedan for scouting or trade runs. That shotgun’s a boon for our patrols, but the infected’s moans at night sound sharper, like they’re scheming, and I’m not fool enough to ignore it. The split towers and museum antenna make Infection Free Zone Wellington feel like a real network, not just a hideout. Kara and Tane, my lieutenants, keep the crew tight, and I’m cruel enough to let fear keep them sharp—no slacking in this hellhole. Voss’s trade hints at a bigger world, but I’m not chasing it; they can come to us. We’re mobile now with the sedan, and the research lab’s towers tie our defenses together. I’m staying put in my HQ, assault rifle by the door, car keys on the desk, plotting how to keep us alive in this rotting city while my lazy ass takes it one day at a time. [/QUOTE]

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