84 Rescuing the Survivors in the City Health Center (1/2)

Day 3 – 10:07 AM – Bacoor City Hall 4th Floor, Mayor's Office, Molino Boulevard, Bayanan, Bacoor City, Cavite

Chief Mallari sat in front of the mayor's desk as he just finished reporting everything that happened at the Command Center.

On the other end of the desk, the congresswoman of District 2 Bacoor, Madam Lanie Villa was massaging her temples with an exhausted look on her face. The report she just received was very hard to swallow.

The escaped inmates were wiped out. That was a good thing as these people would only add fuel to the fire created by the apocalypse. The problem however was that the cause of it was just a pair of a father and a daughter. Furthermore, the daughter was just a five or six year old little girl.

There were also the non-human abilities the two displayed during the confrontation with the inmates. Specifically, the abnormal speed the little girl had and that mysterious ability Mark used to deal with the most notorious man among the inmates.

It was lucky that she did not push her chances too much in front of Mark.

”Garcia would be in trouble later.”

Madam Lanie muttered and the police chief agreed to what she said.

Garcia was the business man who offended Mark. Thinking about it, Mark did not say anything about forgiving the man. He just talked along the lines of not attracting the infected to avoid the innocent from getting implicated.

”You should stop thinking about it Madam. If Mark really wanted to make a move against Garcia, we won't be able to do anything but watch.”

The congresswoman sighed after she heard that.

”About the weapons and equipment, how was it divided?”

”Mark just took a third of the guns and ammunition. The grenades were divided in half. He took three riot shields and five helmets and the rest are left to us. About the radios, he really did not take even a single unit. It is the same with the batons.”

”I doubt that those batons would be of use even to us.”

The Chief smiled bitterly.

”I think the same. I just brought those back just in case that there would be a need to it.”

”What need? Firewood?”

Chief Mallari did not answer and Madam Lanie continued.

”Still, I'm surprised that he did not take majority of the guns and ammunition.”

”He probably had his reasons.”

***

Inside the reception area, Mark sat with his legs crossed beside Charmaine while hugging Abbygale. As an Empath, he could subconsciously absorb the energy emitted by the emotions of other people. And of course, he could also do it consciously. The reason he was hugging Abbygale at this moment was because she was emitting a faint bloodlust after wiping out the criminals in the Police Command Center. To describe the little girl's situation, it was like an animal that was emitting a dangerous intent after slaughtering their prey and witnessing blood.

Since that was the case, Mark hugged her and was currently absorbing her bloodlust while channeling the calming energy he had.

”Big Bro. Your nose.”

Charmaine noticed blood dripping from his nose again and wiped it.

”Thanks.”

His nose started to bleed after using a mental pierce on that fat criminal a few minutes ago. Though the bleeding was not much, it was still it had not stopped even now. It seemed that he received a backlash after using the ability and losing a bit of control. Even if he managed to practice it, fully controlling the ability was still far away.

Still, the progress he had in training this ability was way smoother compared to learning to control his adrenaline which lasted several years.

He looked at his hand. He found that it was easier to direct the energy by channeling it to his arms and hand and releasing the energy to where his hand was facing. He wished that he would master it sooner so that he would not look like some guy with a delusional syndrome every time he used it.

Mark looked at the bag of weapons, ammunition and equipment tied up together beside him. He actually wanted more of these but it would not fit anymore inside the van. Furthermore, he only wanted to add some variety to his arsenal. After all, just like why he used the pistol instead of the assault rifle inside the Command Center, every situation had a suitable weapon to use.

A person passed and stop in front of them. She was one of the survivors here that was tasked to cook rice porridge. She place three bowls of porridge in front of Mark and Charmaine and retreated.

On the other side of the reception hall, the other survivors were relishing their first meal in the past two days. The ingredients used to cook this porridge were actually of low quality as it was the ingredients used to cook food for the detained inmates of the police station. The Chief decided to also retrieve these ingredients from the Command Center along with some cooking tools and utensils.

Despite the low quality and cheap ingredients, looking at the face of the survivors, it looked like that the bland porridge was on par with a restaurant cuisine.

Mark tried to taste the porridge. I was not bad but quite salty. Charmaine on the side however started to devour the bowl of porridge.

”Don't eat too much.”

”I know, Bro.”

Mark started to feed Abbygale. The little girl ate the porridge without saying anything. She did not seem to be picky about food.