The power is still running through parts of the city grid keeping the street lights going at night but little else works anymore. The screams surround the refugees and soldiers stranded inside on a constant basis, whipping around them like gusts of wind in a storm, and making sure they all remain as quiet as possible.

In one corner a man sits at a table with a collection of electronic equipment. He’s wearing headphones and is talking into a microphone.

Radio Operator: Anyone with weapons and ammunition, we’d appreciate any help, but if you are unarmed, and if you can, stay where you are. We’ll try to send help soon…

Sergeant Davis reports in to an older man. A taller greying fellow with broad