"You will not just survive this winter."
Richard projected his deep voice over the roaring wind. He stood tall on the snow crawler.
Hundreds of freezing citizens huddled in the frozen plaza. They stared up at the silver haired politician. They wore thin summer jackets and wrapped their feet in plastic garbage bags. Their faces were hollow from severe starvation.
"I have secured the federal supply lines," Richard lied to the crowd. "I have food and heat. Under my guidance Brighthaven will rise from these ashes."
The crowd erupted into weak cheers. The sound was a pathetic rasping noise.
The armed guards stood a little taller. They held their assault rifles tight against their chests. They believed they were enforcing the laws of a righteous new government.
Richard raised his thick glo
