The dock was packed with people, a sight that was once rare to see, but this time the human professionals appeared quite orderly.
Some were quietly discussing, while others were annoyed, pouring out their grievances... Most of them wore grim expressions, with fatigue being the prevailing look.
The world's isolation was too sudden, breaking all plans and separating many friends and teams.
It was like the modern world, once connected by high-speed trains, airplanes, and the internet, suddenly lost the network and most of its transportation facilities, leaving only the outdated and inefficient marine transport.
The originally unified "world" was directly isolated into individual islands, it wouldn't be surprising for people to feel neither urgent nor chaotic.
"....Fortunately, things haven't come to the worst."
After the plan was initiated, those document bags that were finally sent to various locations at least dealt with some "future issues".
