CH 39 - A Puppy?
In a large space, only a single light flickered on the left side of the wall, trying its best to resist the darkness that had engulfed the surroundings.
Rows of chairs had covered most of the area of this space, but only half of the area was visible. Moving upfront was an uplifted ground, half-lifted, and some tattered curtains were hung over it.
A microphone at the middle had fallen, still working, echoing the cold air flowing through this space.
Behind was a large wall, tilted at an angle, making enough space for a person to get behind it from where the mic was.
"We need to get out of here," a girl wearing a hoodie said. Her leg seemed injured. Her face wasn't clear due to darkness.
She clutched a rust-stained baseball bat.
"We can't. We could never get out from here," a tall boy beside her said. He gripped a bent metal pipe.
"But at this rate, we all are gonna die from cold, if not then hunger," the girl urged.
