The once-home has now turned into a hell-shunned by refugees, whom even fear nearing it... Not just because of the floodwaters that haven't yet receded, but also due to the scavengers who, armed, scour the ruins in search of valuable items following the calamity wave.
But in a place that was originally a slum, how much of value could possibly remain?
A piece of clothing, a car, a few parts, a couple of meals, or even a breathing human...
For these things, so commonplace elsewhere and often dismissed, armed beasts have begun to slaughter one another.
In these ruins, where order is nonexistent, who can predict what lies around the next corner?
In the oppressive humidity and heat, corpses decompose rapidly, and even before the rain stops, endless snakes, insects, rats, and ants emerge. Scavenging birds rise and fall in the intermittent gunfire like clouds, each time signaling the start of a skirmish, and each descent marking the birth of fresh corpses.
