Day 200 - 8:11 AM - Slums, Corregidor Military Settlement, Corregidor Island, Province of Cavite
"Here is the place."
A man with ragged clothes said, leading a group of survivors in front of a dilapidated structure.
The man leading the group opened the door only made of torn tarpaulin and peeked inside.
That peek was more than enough to assess the place. The place was not big at all, and it only had one room. It was only enough for the whole group to sleep side by side on the floor. Yes, only sleep. Saying that it was not big was wrong. The place was freaking small.
Moreover, the entire structure was made of scrap metal sheets and moldy plywood. The walls and roofs were haphazardly built that there were holes here and there. Not to mention the materials were scrap, obviously having holes and broken parts here and there.
Here's today's chapter!
Mark's group safely entered the slums and planned to gather information.
But who is the unexpected visitor that arrived? Mark even knew her and her arrival.
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