I used to think the worst parts of people came out through violence.
Through murder. Betrayal. The kind of shit the world above was built on now.
The infected walking around outside had made that easy to believe.
You see a man bash another man's skull in for canned food, and suddenly humanity doesn't seem all that complicated anymore.
But I don't think that's true.
I think the darkest side of humanity shows itself when people get too comfortable.
Too bored.
Too rich.
Because once people stop worrying about survival, their brains start looking for something else to feed on.
Something entertaining.
Something new.
And if they have enough money? Enough power?
Then human beings start treating other human beings like projects.
Like toys.
Like experiments they can pull apart just to see what happens.
That's what this place felt like.
Not a sanctuary.
Not civilization.
A fucking laboratory.
