The numbers continued.
As they climbed higher, more people stopped trying. They knew the odds already.
"67. 68. 69."
Some sobbed in place. Others stared blankly at the buses, unable to process that their lives now rested on luck, speed, and cruel timing.
"70. 71. 72."
Feng Yizhou didn't waver, instead he asked Sun Zi Mo to hurry up.
"73. 74. 75."
Feng Yizhou watched the lady break down, the horror on her face was clear when she realized she couldn't get on the first bus and she wasn't sure if she would get on the second bus.
He stepped out for another briefing now that the first bus was filled.
"In this bus only 65 of you get to enter. Sun Zi Mo will resume the count. Once it gets to 140. The rest of you unfortunately will be left behind."
Silence. Then a sharp inhale somewhere in the crowd. A young man cursed under his breath. Another person let out a dry, hollow laugh.
Left behind.
It meant death. Everyone knew it.
