As Yong and I approach the supermarket shelter, the tension in the air is palpable. The towering apartment complex looms above us, its windows dark and shuttered, a stark contrast to the bustling activity on the ground below.
Just as we had heard, the mysterious group claiming to be from the government is already there, their presence commanding attention and radiating an aura of authority. We keep our distance, finding a vantage point that allows us to observe without being seen, our eyes trained on the unfolding scene before us.
The leader of the group, the man dressed in a crisp suit that seems strangely out of place in this world of chaos and decay, is engaged in an intense conversation with the guard at the entrance to the shelter. Even from a distance, I can see the guard's posture stiffen, his hand resting on the butt of his weapon as he listens to the man's words.
