A few hours later.
The convoy had safely and successfully arrived at Hope 101, where they were greeted by soldiers and nurses, as they lead the survivors towards the Quarantine Zone.
No one made a ruckus as they soldiers who accompanied the survivors earlier had already explained what would happen to them when they arrive here.
As the kids slowly got down from the bus, a few of them noticed six kids from different ages curiously looking at them from a distance.
"Hey, do you think they are the kids that Mr. Bald Soldier was talking about earlier, earlier?" one of the boys said as he pointed towards the six kids watching them from a distance.
"Could be, after all, they certainly are having better lives than us" one of the girls commented when she saw that the kids are cleaner and have better clothes than them, especially when she saw that the shortest boy among them is even eating bread in his hand while watching them.
Changed [Ghost Step] into [Ghost Stride], because it sounded a bit cooler. Lol ^_^