The towering door unfolded like a decree in the hands of a judge, revealing a small crevice.
The icy shards blown out by the breeze glinted with a sharpness fiercer than swords.
Standing before that towering door, the man clad in a heavy exoskeleton stared dumbfounded at everything before him, taking a long time before he managed to squeeze out a half-statement.
"Damn it..."
Bodies lay flat across the thousand square meters of open space, people curled up tightly against the ground, maintaining the posture of their last second alive.
Some had their foreheads pressed to the ground in a praying pose, others huddled together; there were mothers and fathers holding their children, and families of three holding hands...
This was the hundredth and the last underground floor of Shelter 100. Its ceiling was the floor of the central courtyard, and the floor was the base of the entire shelter.
