"They Showed No Trace of Religious Fanaticism or Ideology"

"They Showed No Trace of Religious Fanaticism or Ideology"

They arrived at the survivor Isolation Zone.

After undergoing basic disinfection and preliminary screening, the survivors were guided into the quarantine modules one by one.

In stark contrast to the chaotic, filthy environment they had endured in the fire station, this place seemed like another world.

The Isolation Zone was designed like a hive, each individual room strictly separated by energy barriers and alloy walls. Cold white light glimmered beyond the transparent isolation doors, carrying both a chilling deterrence and a reassuring sense of safety.

Soon, every survivor was assigned an individual room.

Out of humanitarian consideration, young children were allowed to stay with their mothers, avoiding the panic and psychological stress brought by separation.

The adults who were alone, meanwhile, entered quarantine chambers by themselves, where they would remain under round-the-clock monitoring and observation.

The moment they pushed open the doors to their rooms, nearly every survivor froze in place.

The rooms were clean to an almost "demanding" degree—

The floors were made of a soft metallic composite, smooth enough to reflect their figures. The embedded wall lights were gentle and non-glaring, spilling down like sunlight.

Every bed was made with neat white bedding, carrying the faint fresh scent of washed linens.

In one corner of each room stood a small holographic projection terminal. Several snack packages and bottled drinks had been neatly arranged on the table, and there was even a refrigerator.

"Th-this is really for us to live in?"

A weary middle-aged woman carefully ran her hand over the bedding. Her eyes held both disbelief and a long-lost sense of security.

The survivors, who had once lived amid ruins and shadows, even wondered whether they were still dreaming.

The fresh scent of clean bedding alone was enough to