Chapitre 137: Chapter 3: Scavenging in Johnsbury

The morning sun broke over the horizon, casting a soft

orange light across New Haven. Inside the mansion, the air was alive with

activity as George and his team prepared for the day's mission. The supply runs

they had planned were critical, not just for keeping the town alive, but for

proving to the community that George's leadership could still be trusted in

these uncertain times.

George stood in the kitchen, staring into his coffee, trying

to focus. He could hear the sounds of people bustling outside, the low murmur

of conversation, and the distant clang of tools as workers began another day of

fortifying their defenses.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of boots on the

hardwood floor behind him. Lucy entered, stretching her arms above her head

with a groan. "Morning," she said, her voice groggy but cheerful. She