Uno

Booby traps.
That's how my day always started.
Checking my traps.
Then I would lead the dawn patrol, watch the security feed from the previous night, eat breakfast, post guards, send out patrols, interrogate hostages, and look at the day's shipments and new arrivals.
Then lunch, repeat, and dinner, dusk patrol, post guards, and then I'd go to bed.
I would do this again and again until one day the new arrivals page had 75 people coming in, and 75 scheduled every other day for the next three weeks. Then I jumped out of my chair and ran until I found Styx 2, my second in command.
"Styx 2! Hold up!" I hollered. He turned. "There are gonna be 75 new arrivals every other day for the next three weeks. Please help I have no clue what to do, we're all gonna die, oh my God, you're gonna die, I'm gonna die, shit, all of 479C is gonna die, and so is everyone else. Styx 2 help me."
"Calm down, Lilia 1, we'll figure it out. Breathe." He slung an arm around my waist casually and guided me back to the cafeteria and onto the stage.
"Attention, everyone. Your attention please," he said before he handed me the mic.
"We're under attack."
Gasping.
"There will be 75 new arrivals every other day starting today for the next three weeks. We must prepare for war."
Someone whistled.
"I want all 1's and 2's to see me at 3:00 for a meeting and assignments, and everyone be careful."
I clicked off the mic and everyone returned to their meals as Styx 2 and I exited the stage.
This war is going to be painful and we're going to win, suckers.