Two days later.
Althea Cruz had spent weeks navigating a world that seemed to have collapsed overnight. The chaos, the constant threat of the infected, and the harrowing journey south had left her with little hope of finding a place untouched by the devastation. Yet, as she stood within the fortified walls of the MOA Complex, she couldn't help but feel a glimmer of disbelief.
The sprawling complex, once a bustling hub of commerce and entertainment, now served as a sanctuary. The streets, which she had expected to be littered with debris and abandoned vehicles, were surprisingly orderly. Military personnel moved with purpose, their presence a reassuring reminder of structure amidst the chaos. The usual traffic congestion was absent, replaced by the occasional hum of military transports and supply trucks.
