Chapter 77 - Chapter 77: Supplies Running Low

The atmosphere within the Hall of Memories had undergone a violent, unsettling transformation the moment the bunker's automated voice uttered the word General. The brilliant, clinical white light that had radiated from the silica pillars was replaced by a rhythmic, pulsing crimson emergency glow. It felt as if they were trapped within the chambers of a gargantuan, dying heart. The massive hydraulic doors, which had stood open with such ancient arrogance, were now sealed tight, leaving behind a seamless wall of heavy composite alloy that locked them within the vast, silent archive.