"Look, there are survivors." Luo Zhu pointed to a stronghold forty miles away, overjoyed.
Survivors mean this planet hasn't been totally annihilated yet, it's on the brink of destruction, there's a high probability it can be salvaged, and the civilization can continue.
The settlement was a small city; it was messy and devoid of any aesthetic appeal. It appeared dilapidated, but every building style had its purpose.
The primary function of the settlement's buildings was accommodating people and durability, comfort was a secondary concern.
Everyone here was a soldier. There was a clear division of tasks: some were responsible for exploring remnants of the old world, some handled agriculture to ensure a steady food supply, while others taught to pass on the knowledge of civilization...