Zhang Heng slept until around eight in the evening. The sky outside the window had already darkened, and there were noticeably more vehicles on the street below than during the day. Almost all of them were heading out of the city, forming a long line that clogged the road completely, with more vehicles constantly joining along the way.
Although the authorities had yet to issue an official evacuation notice, more and more people were choosing to leave Pripyat. In fact, the schools had announced class cancellations that afternoon and told students to stay indoors after returning home. Just moments ago, however, hotel staff had gone door to door notifying every room that all hotel services, including the restaurant, would continue as usual and remain unaffected.
But the seven players did not dare eat the freshly baked bread and sausages. Although they looked delicious, Zhang Heng and the others chose to chew on the portable food in their packages, only using the hotel kettle to boil two bottles of mineral water.
Eight forty p.m.
Zhang Heng took over from the doctor who had been on watch before him and sat in the lobby of the Pripyat Hotel. He casually picked up a newspaper, though he was actually observing the people entering and leaving through the main doors.
According to the hotel receptionist, the Pripyat Grand Hotel was currently over half occupied. Most of the guests were tourists or business travelers, while a small number of foreign visitors had come specifically to admire this modern atomic city.
It was clear that the guests were somewhat worried about the current situation. Some were already considering leaving early, but others had decided to stay.
At around ten fifteen, Zhang Heng saw a group of people enter from outside. There were more than twenty of