With Reporter Guy gone and the PaleNet users disappearing, my only sources of information are the scattered friends on our forum and the Legion faction’s radio broadcasts.


    For the past three days, thunder-like gunfire has echoed from the north.


    There were even moments when fighter jets roared across the distant skies, splitting the air with ear-shattering noise.


    I didn’t see the jets themselves, but the contrails they left behind stretched unmistakably from south to north.


    The forum atmosphere remains calm, but the users, myself included, know the truth.


    Another hard time is coming.


    I tidied up the area around the bunker and ran diagnostics on the facilities.


    I wanted to wash it out with water, but my resources weren’t plentiful enough for that kind of cleanup.


    While the ground surface was beginning to thaw under the spring warmth, the underground still clung to the bitter cold of the past winter.


    The groundwater intake pipes were half-frozen, filling the tank to only half capacity.


    Cleaning the pit during a rainy day would be a better solution.


    Most of my day was now spent not on the internet but on external surveillance.


    Like Sue, who used to stare endlessly at unfamiliar horizons, I now scoured every possible approach to my territory using telescopes and observation equipment.


    Rebecca, Defender, and Gold were gone. Their absence wasn’t just emotional but directly impacted the number of zones that needed watching.


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