The Tier 2 Citadel of Sanctuary was running like a proper machine. The water purifiers hummed, the Arcane Towers reliably turned any wandering Infected into fine red mist, and the labor division hauled scrap without complaining much. For a guy living through the end of the world, Sebastian almost felt like he could take a nap.
Almost.
"We are missing people." Valerie dropped a thick stack of hastily scribbled parchment onto the obsidian war table.
Sebastian sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He was slouched in a ridiculously ornate throne chair that he had dragged into the command room. He still wore his black leather coat, though it was currently dusted with concrete powder.
"Princess, it's the apocalypse." Sebastian pointed out dryly. "People die. They get eaten by invisible spiders. They drink bad water and shit themselves into the grave. Missing is just a polite word for currently digesting in a monster's stomach."
