I don't like your tone...
As of this moment, Jomar and I were in the same place I interrogated Tim and the rest of the crazy fucks who invaded Woodlands, an annex of our main base that wasn't a part of us before, but it wasn't even a few seconds of intense eye contact when the motherfucker sang like a bird.
He absolutely told me everything he could like his life— no, because his life literally depended on it, and the most important bits were as follows:
Benjamin Crisologo, their head honcho of sorts was actually presumed dead the moment the horde we cleared at their place got in, but ever since then, he successfully managed to get into contact with his friends right around the City of San Jose Del Monte—a place still part of Bulacan located furthest east from Marilao.
And as he mentioned, Benjamin had very powerful friends before the world ended and a select few still survived to this day, and one of them was living in that same city and decided to lend him a hand.