The Sanctuary was actually starting to look like a functioning society.
Down in the massive courtyards, the labor division was hauling heavy rebar and cracked concrete under the watchful eyes of the Scrap Golems.
The medical division was busy sterilizing the wounded in the eastern wing using boiled water from the deep aquifer.
Sebastian stood on the balcony overlooking the grand hall. He was finally taking a moment to breathe.
The twenty percent synchronization was settling into his bones. He felt like a coiled spring vibrating with heavy energy.
Valerie walked up beside him and wiped a streak of grease from her forehead. She held a glowing solar powered tablet.
"The water filtration system is fully operational," she reported with genuine pride.
"We have enough clean water to keep the five thousand refugees hydrated. The perimeter is holding perfectly. Those mindless Infected are just cooking themselves on the golden barrier. Honestly? We might actually survive the week."
