The night was gloomy, and Gao Ming moved silently past the temporary shelter.
Row upon row of makeshift steel dwellings swayed in the wind and rain with not a single light around, though occasionally the sound of a door being smashed could be heard in the distance.
"We're almost at Cripple Bay Village."
Gao Ming's heartbeat inexplicably quickened as he pressed the brim of his raincoat hat downward; the closer he got to that village, which hadn't been demolished in a decade, the louder the ghosts within him screamed to stay away.
Following the road around, Gao Ming traced the footprints on the ground to the quarantine zone situated between the village and the shelter.
The "No Entry" sign lay toppled over, with puddles bearing traces of blood, on the brink of dissipation.
Pushing aside the obstructing branches, Gao Ming saw officers in uniform raincoats confronting some villagers.
