The Dinner, The Torture for the Hungry

Day 147 - 7:38 PM - Barracks, Caramoan Feeder Port, Guijalo, Caramoan, Camarines Sur

Mark's group entered the makeshift building that was not any more than pieces of construction materials patched together. It was clear that this building was hastily made back when the outbreak started but was never built into a proper structure.

"What kind of place is this?"

Emika complained as she blew away the dust above some bedside tables.

Not only the old tables and chairs, but even the ragged beds were dusty. It seemed that this place had not received proper cleaning for a long time.

"You don't have to complain. At least, it's not as dusty as an abandoned house."

Mark said, ruffling Emika's green hair.

What he said was true. An abandoned house would be even dustier and, for the worst situations, had dead bodies lying about.