The old rust colony

two years ago, a group of naked, cold, and hungry men (two chicks also) came together in a mountain gultch to create a colony of hard working individuals. We composed objectives and completed them, a wall was erected around our colony and supplies were plentiful. Then, the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ out of the tower in the valley attacked us, unprovoked, and destroyed our hamlet in the gultch. We ran to mount everust with the last bits of supplies, but it was too late. We tried times and times again to rebuild, once near a factory, and again near the plains, but we never reached what we had from our original colony. Now, two years later and after getting over the mental anguish of loss, i have accepted what has happened and want to rebuild.