The next morning, the sun rose over New Haven, casting a golden light across the valley. The newly built homes and farms were bathed in the warmth of a new day, and the sounds of people working and children playing filled the air. There was an undeniable sense of peace and progress in the community, despite the shadows of the past weeks.
George stood on the porch, sipping his morning coffee and watching as the members of New Haven began their daily routines. People were smiling, working together to tend to the crops in the valley, while others prepared to continue the expansion of Red Base out in Reddington. The progress was clear: more homes were being built, more people were finding their place in the community, and the school was nearly complete.