Awakening from the storm, you make your way outside.
You see the Captain barking orders at the remaining clockguards to do a headcount of everyone
613 kronies have survived, 45 have died. All 80 londoners ran to their death.
As an archivist, you decide to record this moment down in your notebook.
You ask Captain Kronii how she feels
"613 people surived. That's all I need."
Any words you want to say?
"Sometimes a bit of oppression is needed for the majority to surive. Everyone was treated equally, JustKroniiland is safe."
Inspiring.
A mass funeral is held the next day.
You stand with your fellow Archivist(who woke up a little while later) and the remaining writers
Among the bodies you see Bread-maker, a baker who made delicous breads that got you through the cold winter, and Gosling the writer, who kept to himself, saying he wasn't anybody's friend. Wrote good stories though.
As it ends, you stand in the graveyard looking over the comrades you lost
You can't help but think...
Summer has arrived, but at what cost?
You feel a hand on your shoulder. It's the captain.
She orders you back to work to prepare for the next winter.
After a moment of hesitation , you start walking back to the coal mines.

Suddenly, arms burst out of the ground
The once thought dead bodies climb out
Oh my god
They weren't dead
They weren't even alive
They're automatons
You turn to see Kronii with a smug grin