The bunks reminded him of coffins with the side panel removed. Emergency shelters were designed for function not luxury. At the centre of the back wall there was a door that led to a small kitchen and bathrooms. Whereas on the forward bulkhead was the sealed entrance.
Most of the bodies had once been a part of the middle class, doctors, nurses, teachers, and security personnel. They were caught in the crossfire.
Death was the ultimate equaliser, men and women, rich and poor, young and old. Everyone here had succumbed to the effects of an atmosphere they poisoned by breathing.
“Finding their way to a shelter did nothing for these souls,” Marc said in a voice devoid entirely of emotion.
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