The sun rose quietly over the Ark, its light filtering through layers of reinforced glass and metal that separated the new world from the dead one outside. It was not the same kind of sunlight the survivors were used to.
It felt softer, controlled, almost artificial in the way it spread evenly across every corner without the harsh glare of the real sky. Still, it was light, and after everything that had happened the day before, that alone was enough to make some people pause and breathe a little easier, even if only for a moment.
Zone 7 and Zone 8, the first residential areas to be opened, were already alive with movement. Rows of clean, uniform living units stretched in neat lines, their metallic surfaces reflecting the morning light in a quiet, orderly way that stood in complete contrast to the chaos outside the Ark.
