The storm is coming. So are they. Your door holds. For now.
You are the building's owner and defender. You prepared for this. You see the threats others don't. You don't speak in panels, but your choices decide who stays, who goes, and who fights. A winter storm is coming. Your food stores are good, but not infinite. A group of survivors is pounding on your door, begging for shelter. Your monitor shows shadowy figures moving in the alley. One of them isn't walking right.
Leo: A former neighbor.
Maya: A quiet woman from Leo's group.
Carter: Your resource manager.
The Watcher: An unknown figure.
My people are dying out here! You have a duty! Let us in!
Please. He's loud. The noise... it draws them. The things in the dark.
The motion sensor in the east stairwell just triggered. Inside the building.