John and Laura stepped down to the main floor and passed through the lounge. Today, they were going on a supply run, but first, they had to pass through the lounge.
"Damn, the boss sure is lucky."
A heavy sigh followed the man's word before someone else spoke up: "Of course, someone like Laura would be looking for someone like the boss."
The people were busy drinking and gambling. The lounge was the entertainment spot for the base, and the survivors were enjoying themselves.
The people in the lounge were all busy drinking and gambling, their voices a steady hum in the background. There was a sense of camaraderie in the air, the kind that could only be found amongst those who have experienced tragedy together. They had lost their homes, their loved ones, and their lives, and in the process, they had gained each other.
"The boss is so cool," a teenage boy said.
"He's really strong," a teenage girl nodded her head.
"Yeah, he's awesome!"