The gates of Fortress Four opened with their usual bone deep groan. The hunting squad walked in like heroes from an old movie_ dusty, sweaty, and smelling like roasted wild things. Behind them were crates full of animal meat, some still wrapped in netting, and a smaller box filled with glowing orange devices they had picked up from the ruins.
"Where is our heroes welcome, dinner is secured for another month!" one of the hunters shouted dramatically.
"We have eaten too much meat lately.... I am getting tired of it," Phillip muttered.
An old man that was wiping the outside windows of the reception room sighed. He thought the younger ones were foolish! In an apocalypse where people were starving outside, how could someone say that they were tired of eating meat?
But his opinions were kept to himself because he was neither a hunter, nor capable of eating as much meat as he wanted with his old teeth.
