Chapter 26: Chapter 25: Expansion
Chapter 25: Expansion
The morning after Redd's integration into the camp marked the beginning of something new—something far greater than what Axel had taken a month ago. Now, he didn't just have a camp. He had momentum. He had people. He had loyalty—earned through action, not fear.
And now, it was time to expand.
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Axel sat in the large tent. Maps were sprawled across the table before him, marked in ink and ash. Circles, Xs, and long lines ran from the camp outward into the unknown. Redd stood to the side, silent but watching, while Hank leaned over the map with narrowed eyes.
"We're not surviving anymore," Axel began, voice low but sharp. "We're building."
He tapped a point on the map.
"This river here—less than a mile east. We dig channels from it. Controlled irrigation. Enough water to feed the crops we'll double in size. The hunter team already has chicken. We'll fence off more ground—make a livestock pen. Build smokehouses. Drying racks. Storage."
He looked to Hank.
"I want cabins. Real ones. Not tents. Not temporary trash. One cabin for every three people. And I want a central hall. Brick or stone. Thick walls. Fire inside. A place we can meet, eat, survive the winter in."
Hank nodded, eyes glinting with pride and challenge. "You want the start of a town."
"I want a future," Axel said. "And we're going to make it."
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By midday, the entire camp was alive.
Redd, now a working member of the community, helped lead a team of his former group to the river. They used crude shovels and homemade tools from the blacksmith to begin the trench Axel had drawn. Sweat and mud mixed, but not a single man complained. They were free. And that was enough.
In the west corner of the camp, Hank oversaw the construction of the first new cabin. Logs were measured, cut, and hammered into place. The blacksmith had made new nails by hand. It was slower than the old world, but it was real. Tangible. Every wall built was a victory.
Mary organized a small team of women and volunteers to inventory all the supplies brought back from Redd's camp. She now had three new apprentice nurses learning quickly under her guidance. They sorted medicine, cleaned wounds, even began writing records again. Not on phones, but on paper.
Emily and two others ran daily count—tracking labor, food, and resource flow. Axel's command had structure. It had systems.
Jason, with the massive engine finally installed, had rigged up a pulley-powered generator using pieces of three cars and old battery coils. It worked. They now had sustainable electricity—low voltage, but enough for lights and basic warmth.
Even the children had jobs—helping carry buckets, fetching water, and learning from adults who once lived boring lives but were now part of something far greater.
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And Axel? He watched. He planned.
He never stayed in one place too long. One moment, he was by the river, watching the dig. The next, at the hunter's lodge—watching the chickens being penned. Then at the cabin builds. The farms. The prison.
He visited Redd again, this time with no threats. Just ideas. Redd, once an enemy, now advised on how to protect families, how to fortify from raiders. He had once survived the worst. Now, Axel wanted that experience working for him.
"You've got eyes, Redd," Axel said that night, both men seated near the central fire pit, wind howling through the trees. "Not just muscles. That counts more than people realize."
"You could've killed me," Redd said slowly.
"I kill monsters," Axel replied. "Not men who can change."
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By the end of the week, the camp had shifted again.
Six cabins stood tall on the east end—simple, wooden, but strong. The trench near the river was halfway dug, and already water had begun to pool at the edges, waiting for proper channels. Smokehouses were being built, and the hunters brought back two deer, which were dried and salted by Mary's team.
Power was limited, but consistent. The nights no longer belonged to darkness.
And most importantly—there were smiles. Laughter. Not much. But enough to show Axel he was building more than a camp.
He was building hope.
A hope he will use to get what he wants
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Jason stormed into Axel's tent, grease staining his hands, excitement lighting up his face like a child on Christmas morning. His breath came fast, not from running but from pure exhilaration.
"We did it!" he said, holding up a small notepad filled with scribbles. "We've got power for a whole month—maybe more, depending on how strict we are with usage."
Axel looked up from the map he was studying, his expression unreadable.
Jason continued. "A month, Axel. That's time. That's security."
For a brief moment, Axel gave him a nod. "Good work."
Jason smiled, waiting for more—praise, relief, something—but Axel just turned back to the map, eyes narrowed.
To Jason, a month felt like a lifetime.
To Axel, it felt like a ticking clock.
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The rest of the day, Axel walked. No escort, no weapon in hand—just him and his thoughts as he moved through what used to be a camp and was now something more. A village. His village.
He passed the new cabins first—children playing outside them, laughter ringing in the air. One girl had a stuffed animal tied to a stick, pretending it was a horse. Another boy chased chickens while his mother tried to hang laundry.
Axel nodded silently at them.
He reached the farming plots next. The farmer waved from a small shed where tools were kept. Rows of green pushed through the soil—tomatoes, lettuce, something like beans—but the land was still small. Enough to feed a few families. Not enough for winter. Not enough for more people.
Then came the animals. Two goats. A handful of chickens and one loud, arrogant rooster that puffed up every time someone passed. The hunter had done her job well—capturing, not killing—but it wasn't sustainable. A sickness, one bad winter, and they'd lose them all.
The walls stood strong. Watchtowers held guards now, not just lookouts. Redd stood at the gate with a few of his old men, teaching them discipline—Axel's way. They were loyal. Not out of fear. But because they saw something better here.
And yet…
Axel's mind raced with thoughts of rainstorms. Droughts. Bandits. Winter. Disease.
He returned to the center of the camp and stood silently in the shadow of the half-built meeting hall. He looked at the people around him—laughing, working, surviving—and he realized something deeper.
They were happy with survival.
But Axel wanted more.
He wanted civilization. Structure. A future where no one had to worry about power or food or raiders or getting sick and dying in a mud pit.
What they had now was not enough. Not by a long shot.
He needed more land.
More people.
More weapons.
More food.
More time.
And most importantly—he needed a plan that didn't end in a month when the power shut off and the real struggle began.
He looked up at the sky, clouds turning amber as the sun dipped below the trees, and he whispered to himself:
"We're not ready."
Not yet.
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