Create me a photo based off this **Entry #16 — Day 16** The city woke uneasy today. The air felt heavier than usual — maybe it was just me, or maybe the streets were waiting for something to happen. By midday, something did. A survivor showed up at the gates. Said he’d been staying in the old hospital nearby. When I first spotted him, I thought he might be scouting for others — his clothes were ragged, but his eyes were sharp. We both drew guns the moment we saw each other, tension thick in the air. For a second, it could’ve gone either way. But no shots were fired. We kept our distance and talked instead, exchanging bits of information about the city, about the infected, about others he’d seen moving through the area. Eventually, he moved on. I’m still not sure if I trust him, but out here, conversation without blood is a rare luxury. The rest of the day went to work around **The Nest**. The first crops came in — small, but enough to prove the soil and light will hold. I spent the afternoon reinforcing the weaker spots along the perimeter walls, patching gaps where someone determined might slip through. Found some much-needed ammo in a nearby hardware store basement — dirty and corroded, but usable after cleaning. By evening, I added a new gate that leads from the outside straight up to the upper levels of the base. It’ll make movement quicker if I ever need to retreat in a hurry. I also started drying some food for longer storage — jerky, mostly. It’s strange how normal See more