Yong Ren narrowed his eyes. "We do what survivors do. We fight back. No, not with guns—but with numbers."
Someone shouted, "You mean… protest?!"
He nodded firmly. "Exactly! We protest right outside her gates. We pitch our tents, wave our signs, and shout loud enough to shake her walls."
"Yeah!" someone else agreed. "The temperature there is perfect! Not too hot, not too cold. We could stay for weeks if we need to!"
"And if the news spreads," another added with a sly grin, "others might join. Then she'll have to give us entry—free entry, with extra benefits!"
"Let's ask for food rations!"
"Yeah! And shelter—no rent!"
"Nanobot health checkups too!"
Yong Ren smirked, satisfied that the fire was now lit. "Exactly. We'll show her we're not just some dirt-dwellers she can ignore. If she wants peace, she better start negotiating."
And just like that, the group began planning.
They made signs from scraps.
They painted messages like:
"WE DESERVE HOPE TOO!"
