Before reaching a checkpoint, Kali's vehicle drove through the luxurious infrastructure—the camp's final vestige of human civilization.
When the guards on duty saw the familiar car, they quickly opened the door, jumped to their feet, and gave Kali a full salute.
High-ranking members of Kali's security team and other significant people who prospered under his control lived in the small, guarded enclave where he lived.
But beyond the tall walls were the slums, where common people lived in makeshift homes made out of recycled materials and barely made ends meet. It was a completely different world, but it fed his operation's machinery.
Kali was followed by a column of military vehicles. He wanted to keep up a strong front, so he never went without an intimidating security detail—not out of concern for his safety. His people needed to trust his authority and his method. Everything would fall apart if they lost faith.
