"Everyone, stay in line! Those on the list—the elderly and children—proceed to the military trucks immediately."
"And those with vehicles, be ready to move as soon as possible. We leave at five sharp—no more delays!" an officer barked through a megaphone, his voice stern and commanding.
Hearing the officer, the refugees quickened their pace.
Military personnel then helped the children first, carefully lifting them onto the covered truck.
Miraculously, a good number of children had survived and were holding up remarkably well, looking far better nourished than expected in an apocalypse.
This was largely thanks to the military's dedicated efforts to protect the youth, ensuring they were fed at least twice a day.
Of course, none of this would have been possible without the steady supply of goods from the Paradise Shop.
To be honest, the shop had become the bedrock of their survival, a true sanctuary in this ruined world.
