As I settle into the relative quiet of my own shelter, the laptop in front of me now feels like a small window into a world of buried secrets. I navigate through the files, each click revealing more about the mysterious past activities of the military officers who once occupied the building where this laptop was found.
The folder labeled "Records" catches my attention, its contents meticulously organised into subfolders by dates and types of documents. But it is the video files that intrigue me the most, promising a more direct glimpse into the past.
I start with the written logs, opening the most recent document. The entry is dated just weeks before the collapse of societal order, written in a terse, official tone. It details routine operations at first—patrols, supply runs—but as I scroll down, the entries become more urgent, more desperate.
