The sun was high in the sky as George surveyed the training grounds near New Haven. The sound of swords clashing, gunfire ringing out in controlled bursts, and the steady hum of drills filled the air. His community was no longer just a collection of survivors, they were becoming a formidable army.
The Dagger Unit, now 30 strong, moved with precision and deadly grace as they practiced their swordsmanship. Each member of the unit carried their signature blades, sharp and deadly, but their training had expanded. Now, each soldier also bore an AK-47 slung across their back, ready to be deployed when facing massive groups of enemies. Their versatility had made them one of the most feared groups among George's forces. They weren't just capable fighters, they were warriors.