Day 2 dawn over District 7. The truck sits in the shadow of a collapsed finance tower. Ryan looks out at the growing queue.

Ryan starts cooking. The morning prep. Knives out, ingredients checked. The System menu scrolls new options.

First customers of Day 2 arrive. More shamblers than yesterday. Ryan serves them through the reinforced window.

Ryan notices something wrong. The shamblers are waiting in line properly now. Not pushing. Not crowding.

Ryan locks the side door. Checks the window latch. The shamblers outside don't move, but one of them watches the door handle.

Day 3. New arrivals at dusk. Runners. Faster, more intact, crouching at the truck's perimeter.

Runners watching the shamblers feed. Calculating. One of them has a broken piece of rebar in its hand.

Ryan cooking under pressure. Runners pressing closer to the window. He serves them first to keep them calm.

Night of Day 3. A new customer at the window. Suited corpse. Most of its face intact. It holds something in its palm.

Ryan examines the A-grade crystal. The System confirms it. He starts a new stack.

Day 4. Ryan's crystal collection laid out. D through A. Four days left. He looks at the A-grade and thinks of something.

Daytime. Survivors at the District 7 perimeter. Watching Ryan's truck. Suspicious, dependent, afraid.

Ryan dozing at the counter during a lull. He dreams. His sister's funeral — no body, just an empty grave.

Night of Day 4. The suited corpse returns. More coherent. It stands at the window, gesturing at the menu.

The suited corpse gestures desperately. Pointing at the menu, then at itself, then at the direction it came from. A loved one. Someone it's going back to.

Ryan serving the suited corpse. It takes the food, drops another A-grade crystal, and leaves — heading north.

Ryan alone in the truck. Looking at the A-grade crystals. Thinking.

The System display updates. Ryan reads the definition of S-grade. It crystallizes for him.

Ryan sits in the dark truck. The suited corpse is gone. The shamblers have thinned. He stares at the A-grade crystals.

Chapter 2 closing shot. The truck in District 7 at night, a small island of light. The horizon is dark with distant movement.