Mel stood guard at the entrance of the WLF's main compound, her rifle at the ready. The fortified walls provided a sense of security, but she knew the dangers that lurked beyond. As she scanned the perimeter, her thoughts drifted to her pregnant wife and the life they were trying to build in this harsh, unforgiving world. A twig snapped in the distance, and Mel tensed, her finger hovering over the trigger. Whatever lay ahead, she was prepared to face it head-on.