The facility built underground at Central Park is the Biological Disaster Special Response Center, with every passage constructed of white metal walls. The only exception is the difference between length and width.
For those who don't suffer from claustrophobia, staying for long would still feel oppressive, because one cannot determine the time, nor orient themselves, as if lost in a Rubik's Cube.
As the temporary team's progression speed increased, and the direction changed intermittently, the interception by the giant soldiers became sporadic, so most of the time, there were only hurried footsteps, each one seemingly hammering on one's heart, making it very uncomfortable.
"How long have we been walking?" A certain woman, unable to bear the tense atmosphere, spoke up, her voice somewhat muffled as it passed through the gas mask.
Most of the conquerors kept silent, already confused, but a few with a good sense of direction and distance were calculating in their minds.
