"Now, let's come to the matter of security," I said, pulling a small weathered diary from my coat pocket. I flipped it open to a page where I had jotted down rough estimates and plans.
"The approximate population in the town is around 15,000," I began, tapping the page thoughtfully. "Out of that, there are about 5,000 to 7,000 men. If we narrow it further, we're looking at roughly 3,000 to 4,000 men in their physical prime. Leaving aside children and the elderly, these are the people we need to focus on."
Everyone listened closely as I continued, "We need to recruit a decent number of these men for security—maybe not all, but enough to maintain control and stability. We can't afford to be caught off guard. After the disaster, there's a high probability that living organisms—both human and animal—might start mutating due to unknown factors. Thankfully, the wildlife here is limited to polar bears, seals, and some fish species, but we still need to be prepared."
