Middex Armory, Command Center, Klos 4th, 350AC, 14:19

6 minutes until …   Meltdown averted.  Systems nominal.

The alarms go silent (at last!).  The red lights turn back to normal white, although the command room is still dimly lit other than the computer screens, which now don’t show all the warnings and red.  Mensa slips the stylus back into his shirt pocket, and gives off a long wheezy exhale.  “Well, gentlemen and scholar, that’s one crisis averted.  Back to the other twooo.  Death by the nosferatu, and our ongoing famine.”

“We have gone through all the ancient foodstocks.  Either we need to have more brought in, or we will need to re-settle near a new food supply.  We are largely ignorant of the ruined world outside, other than our recent mission to Concord.  Which told of a world full of ice, wreckage, and foul virus infected monsters.  You outsiders have saved us from immediate death by the nosferatu, but can you help us from starvation?”