People's minds were fragile, especially when they were imprisoned and deprived of their rights.
Although Polk had only followed the quarantine regulations and fired to "test" whether the three people sharing an isolation pod with an Infected were infected, and the so-called accidental injuries had been classified as an accident,
the entirety of Quarantine Zone A had still been plunged into panic. Everyone was on edge, afraid they'd be the next target of a gun.
This fear was far more suffocating than collective punishment, because you had no idea whether your next assigned roommate would be human or monster.
To put it bluntly: it was a gamble!
There were two main reasons why no one had rioted yet.
First, no one dared to take the lead. The Checkpoint wasn't some independent institution; it was backed by Xingfu City and could call on more than two thousand guards. It was an out-and-out instrument of force.
Even if someone managed to break out of the Quarantine Zone, where could they run? Back to the City Ruins, crawling with danger?
Second, many people's quarantine periods were almost over. Even when those who had only been imprisoned for a day or two tried to urge them on, they thought about how they'd soon be free and didn't want to take the risk.
The two factors combined to split the quarantined people into different groups.
That was why, even though everyone was on edge, the crowd reacted differently when Raven walked in.
Some were hopeful, some afraid, and some angry and resentful.
"Alright, stop staring at me like that. Whether you get out or not isn't up to me."
Raven cleared his throat, and his voice came through the loudspeaker:
"Inspector Cheng—the one who took out that Infected two days ago—is on duty now. He'll