The Survivors Part 2

Samantha stood in line with the other survivors, her arms crossed as she watched the military personnel work with efficiency. The survivors were being processed one by one, their names called in batches before they were escorted to their designated locations.

The entire system was organized—too organized. It didn't feel like a temporary shelter but rather the restructuring of a functioning society under military rule.

She inhaled deeply, pushing the thought aside. What mattered was that the fighting was over. She wasn't trapped in a university overrun with zombies, starving and waiting for death. She was alive. That was enough—for now.

A soldier standing by a desk called out a new name.

"Garcia, Samantha!"

She stepped forward, meeting the eyes of the officer seated behind a digital tablet.

"Name?" he asked, though he was already typing it in.

"Samantha Garcia."

"Age?"

"Eighteen."

"Former occupation?"