Marcus hadn't eaten for twelve hours. While such hunger was manageable for a special forces operator, for the ordinary civilians and technicians, it was torture. Many had already collapsed, unable to work.
There is an old saying: An army marches on its stomach. Miss a meal, and you get hungry; miss a day, and you get desperate.
"Don't worry! The Noah is making an emergency descent. In a few hours, relief will be here!"
Marcus moved tirelessly among the survivors, trying to bosting their crumbling confidence. But while the hunger was bad, the dehydration was far worse.
His own lips were cracked and bleeding. His endurance far exceeded that of the ordinary soldiers under his command, who had only undergone two months of basic training. Yet, spurred on by Marcus's relentless energy, they grit their teeth and persevered.
