"Garage area," KIKI whispered.
In the robot's view, rows of military trucks and armored vehicles were neatly parked, but their tires had long since deflated, and a thick layer of dust covered their bodies. A few cars had their doors half-open, as if someone had once left in a hurry, never to return.
"These vehicles have been here for at least decades," KIKI's voice was somewhat tight. "Even the paint has oxidized and peeled off."
Lin Xian didn't respond, only staring at the image as the robot's lens slowly swept over a military jeep, with a faded military uniform still hanging on the driver's seat. A faint serial number could be seen on the sleeve.
"Supply depot," the robot continued forward, passing through a thick blast door.
