The President's broadcasts, while offering a semblance of hope to some, grated on the nerves of many. For days, during the initial onslaught, during the nights filled with unimaginable horror, and the days spent scavenging for scraps amidst the ruins, the government had been absent.
Leaders and politicians were nowhere to be seen.
"We are resilient. We are rebuilding. Together, we will—"
The radio crackled as someone hurled it against the wall. The voice cut off mid-sentence.
"Resilient my ass," snarled Mark, his knuckles white around the barrel of his rifle. "Where the hell were they when the streets were burning and citizens massacred?"
For days, during the initial onslaught, the nights of unimaginable horror, the desperate scavenging through ruins, the government had been gone. Leaders had vanished. The military, the so-called "might of the nation," was not even there to help. The "state-of-the-art" weaponry the country had was not even used
