It was the same old place, with the same people distributing relief supplies.
The only difference was that the number of armed guards had been cut in half. Otherwise, nothing had changed.
Stella Sterling stood in line, lost in thought.
Unlike last time, when everyone had been overjoyed to receive their supplies, the people leaving with their rations this time didn't look happy at all.
But despite their grim faces, they didn't say anything. They just thanked the staff and walked briskly away.
Those still waiting in line didn't know what was going on, but they could feel a sense of oppression in the air.
Meanwhile, the middle-aged military officer was still organizing the crowd into a line.
Stella Sterling had arrived early. Aside from a few homeless wanderers who had been waiting since dawn, most people hadn't been as quick. As a result, she was near the front of the line, which was already growing long behind her.
