Meanwhile, at Forbes Park Makati. Two guards were on the makeshift watchtower of the eastern quadrant of the gated subdivision.
Their task was to make sure that there'd be no zombies heading towards their base. Equipped with an M4 Carbine, it was more than enough to take care of a number of zombies.
"So, what do you think of today's haul?" said the guard 1.
"Well, they said they were pushed back by a lot of zombies while raiding the Ayala Malls. Five of our guys got killed, eight were executed due to failure," the guard 2 replied.
"I see, that's bad. That fucking Mayor keeps sending us to an impossible task and get killed if you failed. I swear that Mayor is a fucking lunatic," the first guard muttered.
The second guard didn't answer right away.
He kept his eyes on the road beyond the wall, scanning the dark stretch of asphalt where nothing usually moved at this hour.
"…Keep your voice down," he said after a second. "You know what happens if someone hears you."
