"Pick up your shovels right now."
Richard gripped the megaphone. His voice boomed over the howling blizzard.
Hundreds of starving citizens kneeled in the deep snow. They ignored his commands. Their eyes were fixed on the towering titanium gates across the plaza.
The scent of seared steak still haunted their starving minds.
"We must stand united," Richard yelled. He stood on the bed of the snow crawler. "If you finish this camp tonight we all eat hot rations."
Nobody moved to pick up a tool. The negative eighty degree wind whipped across the frozen asphalt. The citizens stared at the warm glowing lights of the warehouse.
Inside the bunker Malcolm sat at his polished dining table. The climate control maintained a steady seventy two degrees. He sliced another piece of tender beef and c
