The lock on the door fell to the ground. General Aldridge took the lead, pushing open the door and walking inside.
Sierra Sullivan and Jayce followed close behind.
The moment she reached the doorway, Sierra Sullivan was hit by an indescribable smell.
It wasn't just the stench of feces and urine; it was mixed with something else.
A veritable biochemical weapon.
Yet inside this very room, many people were crammed together.
They were all hugging their knees, curled up in corners.
Even though they had clearly heard the door open and knew someone had entered, not a single one of them looked up.
Their bodies even trembled as they tried with all their might to shrink into a ball.
It was as if this was the only way to avoid being noticed.
This was a completely subconscious reaction, a means of self-preservation.
In their minds, the door opening and someone entering was a dangerous event. It was something they didn't want to face, yet were powerless to resist.
