Atom stood in the courtyard the next morning… It remained standing there without moving since there weren't any threats or orders given prior.
Nonetheless, its black armor was now polished from the previous night's cleaning.
The Rank S Sentinel did not move, did not speak, but its eyes scanned the surroundings constantly, recording every detail.
Just like a normal day, the shelter was filled with activity.
Survivors moved around as they were all trying to rebuild this shelter…
This time, everyone woke up quite early as they were all filled with energy from Golden Bull broth…
Atom's sensors picked up laughter, footsteps, and the clatter of pots from the kitchen.
Its processors cataloged voices, tones, and words, though it never responded to them…
Near the mess hall, two riflemen whispered.
"Did you hear? Mila's crew is cooking the tongue today."
"Only a few people can taste it. Do you think you'll get one?"
