"You have ten minutes," Major Lin said.
He did not raise his voice, but the words carried through Warehouse Three with the kind of weight that made people stop pretending the situation was manageable.
Tang Li Yue looked at him from across the room.
Lin Shuying stood beside her with Minghao pressed against her side. The boy had both arms around his mother's waist, his face buried against her shirt whenever the alarm outside changed pitch. The young man with blood on his collar, Qin Zhi, leaned heavily against one of the plastic partitions. He had insisted that he could walk, then nearly folded when Gao Jun let go of his arm.
The two teenagers remained close together near the rear corridor, pale and silent. The older woman was still unconscious, though she had started breathing more evenly after Xu Ren checked her pulse.
A room full of people who had entered Changping Grain Depot believing they would receive medicine and ration priority.
