Linsley chuckled, leaning back as he let his gaze drift over the darkened city. "You've got big plans for someone who almost didn't want to save a frying-pan-wielding teenager."
Aurielle smirked, brushing off his teasing. "I have my moments. But seriously, we can't just sit around forever. What's next?"
Linsley took a sip of water, his expression thoughtful. "We need more supplies—ammo, food, maybe even something to rig up a generator. If we're going to turn this place into a stronghold, we'll need power."
Aurielle's eyes gleamed with excitement. "A self-sufficient fortress? Now we're talking. Let's hit the industrial district tomorrow. It'll be crawling with zombies, but the rewards should be worth it."
"Agreed," Linsley said, his tone purposeful. "But first, we rest. We've earned it."
Aurielle rolled her eyes, though her grin betrayed her agreement. "Fine. But only because you're right. Again."
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