New recruits were settling into the entrance hall of the White House. There were about 13 this time, looking scared and honestly, hopeless. Eliza looked at the time - 2:55 the guard shift outside should be coming up soon, she did not worry because she always had at least 2 guards by her side at all times. This was the norm ever since she was recently promoted to an officer position. Before this, there was never really any danger to her life, by humans that is.
But today she was in charge of the place, since leader is currently out doing who knows what and
some officers set up a party going around the area persuading people to join our cause. It's not really that hard, Eliza could recruit dozens of idiotic frail tweens in her sleep. Every single survivor lost everyone close to them over the age of 16. And it's only been a year since that happened. People are still fragile, trying to still make sense of what happened. Which is why they're the perfect candidates to manipulate and join the White House Group as soldiers. Though the group doesn't specialize in fighting it's rebuilding that's the priority. Yet groups like "The Birds" are holding them back. Eliza scrunches her face up a bit, angry at the thought of being held back by people less than her. Her goal ever since being promoted officer was to change that, even if it meant spilling blood.