Day 6 — 06:15 AM, FOB Kemayoran, Jakarta
The early morning air was crisp and strangely quiet. Despite the ash-choked atmosphere and scarred ruins surrounding the perimeter, there was a surreal stillness—a vacuum left in the wake of annihilation. But within the heart of FOB Kemayoran, life stirred. Engineers patched the last solar relay. Cleaners checked hazmat seals. And above all, one truth echoed in every Overwatch soldier's chest:
They had survived. And they were no longer alone.
Inside the converted command trailer, Phillip reviewed the new intake reports from Substation Echo. Ten survivors—all from the collapsed school basement—had passed their first full screening. Bloodwork showed no traces of viral infection or exposure. No cellular anomalies. No dormant mutations. Just trauma. Hunger. Grief.
Phillip exhaled, closing the report.
"Lieutenant," he called out. A junior officer entered.
"Sir?"
