Jyrus had seen many shelters before, and most of them were miserable places.
He couldn't help but compare those other places as he walked through Shelter‑45.
Well, in other settlements, filth was everywhere… Trash piled in corners, sewage leaking into walkways, and the stench of human waste was impossible to ignore.
People rarely bathed, saving every drop of water for drinking. Clothes were worn for months without change, some were even stiff with grime and sweat.
The air in those places wasn't good. It was suffocating, and every step reminded him of how fragile human survival had become.
But here, it was different.
Even with the rain dripping from the roofs and pooling in the mud outside, Shelter‑45 felt clean. The east building, where Wallace had directed them to set up, was tidy and organized.
No trash littered the floors, no foul odor clung to the walls.
