Two soldiers patrolled the perimeter, their boots echoing against the cracked pavement.
"Man, this is boring," Gideon, a young soldier with short brown hair, muttered, adjusting the rifle slung over his shoulder.
Beside him, Damian, a taller and older soldier, chuckled. "Kid, boring means we ain't getting attacked by zombies or raiders. You should be grateful."
Gideon sighed. "Yeah, yeah. Still, you'd think with all these people, something exciting would happen once in a while."
Damian smirked. "Careful what you wish for."
They walked along the commercial district, occasionally checking the side alleys and rooftops for any signs of movement. Patrols were meant to ensure security, but most of the time, it was just a lot of walking in circles.
"You think the Supreme Commander really plans to turn this place into a full city?" Gideon asked.