Commander Logan sits behind a makeshift desk in the command room. Dim light from a single lantern casts harsh shadows across his scarred face. A radio sits in front of him, static crackling.

The radio transmission continues. Logan's expression shifts as he processes the information.

The next morning. The compound's main hall. Chloe, Brandon, and Mark stand before Logan. The overhead fluorescent light flickers.

Logan studies Brandon. Then Chloe. His eyes narrow slightly.

Later that day. The east wall section. A section of the reinforced wall is bowing outward, bricks cracking.

The wall section collapses. Dust and debris scatter. People scatter from the falling bricks.

The food storage room. Canned goods are scattered, some bulging. Vegetables are rotting in crates. The smell is thick in the air.

The compound courtyard. Children are playing but one small girl looks around, searching for someone.

The girl's face crumples. Other children start asking questions, their voices overlapping.

Nighttime. Chloe's small room. She lies in bed, staring at the ceiling. A knife rests on her pillow beside her.

Chloe's room, later. She finally dozes off but her dreams are troubled. Flashback to the abandoned building.

Daytime. The kitchen area. Brandon is trying to cook, but the pot is smoking. The food is burnt.

The supply room. Brandon is organizing crates but they're stacked haphazardly. Mark watches with concern.

The repair area. Brandon is trying to fix a generator but has tools scattered everywhere. He's covered in grease.

The compound common area. Brandon sits alone on a bench, head in his hands. People walk past without stopping.

Chloe watches Brandon from a distance. She leans against a wall, arms crossed, expression unreadable.

The compound at dusk. Fewer people are outside. The atmosphere is heavy and silent.

Night. The compound is dark except for a few scattered lights. The silence is oppressive.

Command room. Logan reviews mission reports at his desk. His expression is troubled.

Logan's office. He calls Mark in for questioning. Mark stands nervously before the desk.

Logan's eyes narrow further. He makes another note.

Logan's expression doesn't change but something shifts in his posture.

Logan alone in his office. He stands at the window, looking out at the compound.

Wide shot of the compound at night. The gap in the wall. A single light in Chloe's window.