The crowd immediately erupted into a commotion.
"Go? How are we supposed to go? Do you even have a direction?"
"Exactly! If we're still out here when night falls, we'll freeze to death, won't we?"
"We're dead no matter which way we go!"
Theodore Frost frowned. These weren't his people, just ordinary civilians. There was truly nothing he could do about them.
'But we can't find the way, so I can't really blame them, can I?'
'The robots malfunctioned, and there was nothing to be done about it. The country had already invested so much to prepare for the apocalypse. Who could have predicted it would start early here, or that the temperature would drop so rapidly?'
'Everything was unexpected. The fact that we've managed to respond this well is a testament to our quick action. But why can't some people understand that? Why do they have to stand here shouting and cursing?'
Theodore Frost was growing weary. It wasn't worth it. He had half a mind to abandon these people and walk away.
