Greg closed the book he's been reading since morning, it was a book about economy, brought down by some of the survivors. It was by far his favourite book, and he knew it almost by heart, having it read over and over again several times. He planned to put its basics into practice when things have settled.

A metallic voice echoes through the Vault while Greg stood up and put the book back into its place before heading for the meeting hall. That's where it will all start, the new era for human race, a new civilisation.
The meeting hall had quite a few people in them, all talking to each other. The voice suggested appointing a leader or a council, but Greg knew already what he wanted. He planned all this for years. What he could plan at least. He was thinking of having a leading council of professionals, and various groups led by the fittest for the set job. Greg wanted to be in the council at all costs, sadly, he wasn't yet sure if the people of the Vault will trust him enough.
The most important things would be food, water, shelter, and defence at the start, which they all had in the Vault. The vault, Greg thought, should still be their home for until they can find a suitable place, and gather enough material, for the first settlement.

Greg positioned himself in a corner and observed the rest of the people, listening to them, trying to figure out what they wanted. This way it would be easier to convince them if he needed to. This was probably he last chance he'd get to get people to put each other in the right positions. Fair and good leaders were needed, who can hold everyone together and make the best of everyone's abilities.