A faded parachute pack hangs from the tree branches at the alley entrance—no telling how many days it's been stuck there. The box has a cracked corner, but the contents are mostly intact: canned food, reinforcement parts, and a military green tool box. You finally make out the words crackling through the radio: "This is the last run."

A faded parachute pack hangs from the tree branches at the alley entrance—no telling how many days it's been hanging there. The box has a cracked corner, but the contents are mostly intact: canned food, reinforcement parts, and a military green tool box. You finally make out the words crackling through the radio: "This is the last run."

A faded parachute pack hangs from a tree branch at the alley entrance, having been there for who knows how many days. The box has a cracked corner, but after checking, the contents are mostly intact—canned food, reinforcement parts, and a military green toolbox. The delayed shipment has finally arrived. You can finally make out what's being said over the radio: there's one last departure.