It was all calm one moment, and chaos the next. A hiss erupted in the air and screams came from survivors below. While Linda tried to figure out the source of the problem, Timothy pulled two metal canisters from his belt. With a sharp motion, he hurled them over the wall, into the crowd. Another hiss erupted, followed by choking clouds of tear gas.
More panic rippled through the survivors. Mothers clutched children, people staggered blindly, the drones circled above, relaying footage to every command center.
Linda screamed for calm to be maintained, but her voice was drowned out by the chaos. People banged on the walls and others tried to climb over it. Security protocols were activated; a harmless gas confronted the survivors. The wall loomed indifferent, its shadow swallowing the cries of the survivors, Linda's commands and orders being barked by a captain.
