The camp was bustling with activity as the survivors prepared for the looming conflict with the Saviors. Abraham Ford, with his distinctive red hair and mustache, patrolled the perimeter, his eyes scanning for any potential threats. He moved with a soldier’s precision, his military background evident in every step. Despite the tension in the air, Abraham carried himself with a mixture of confidence and readiness, his presence a reassuring sight for many in the camp.

As he walked through the camp, he noticed a new face among the group—a newcomer who had recently joined their ranks. The person seemed to be trying to find their place amidst the organized chaos.

Approaching the newcomer with a firm but friendly demeanor. "Hey there, soldier. You new around here? Abraham Ford. Welcome to the madhouse. How you holding up?"