Steel Haven wasn't big.
It was more of a slum built on top of factories than a city.
An industrial park originally meant for a thousand people was now crammed with tens of thousands of survivors. The best spots were taken by the three strongest groups, leaving everyone else packed into airless factories.
Ethan walked through the filthy streets, feeling like he was in a giant garbage dump.
Peeking through the cracks of heavy iron doors, he saw people crowded inside factories like sardines in a can. They sat silently around fires, barely moving to conserve energy and food.
If not for occasional shouting and women's screams, the place would have been as quiet as a graveyard.
As winter approached, survivors huddled against walls in thin coats on the cold streets. Their eyes were dull as
