Gray Rock Town, a frontline town, even though it's been a long time since war last broke out, the defense strategies remain comprehensive.
On the street leading to the entrance of the underground shelter, the crowd is moving slowly and anxiously, while the town hall clerks and conscripted militiamen are loudly maintaining order.
"Keep moving! Do not linger!"
"Keep moving! Do not linger!"
"Elderly and children first, into the inner area!"
The air is filled with a sense of oppression.
People carry simple backpacks, their faces filled with confusion and fear.
Children tightly clutch their parents' hands, their eyes wide open as they look at the streets, so different from the festive celebration days.
It's important to note, it's been only a few days since that joyful celebration ended.
The crowd slowly progresses towards the shelter entrance, as if stepping into the throat of a giant beast.
"Father, Mother, Sofia, you go in first."
"What about you?"
