The refuge was located in a cluster of buildings surrounded on three sides by a lake, with a relatively open front, and the entire perimeter was protected by an iron fence.
At the entrance was a broken automatic door, now reinforced and heightened with large cement bricks, barely allowing one to discern the mottled inscription, "Ning Yao xx Number xx Middle xx."
Before the Great Catastrophe, this place had been a school. Because the buildings were relatively well-preserved, the later arrivals used it as a shelter.
"-14, 15? Is this a set of coordinates... Gu Qian, do you know what this specifically represents?"
Waiting at the gate, he let the Patrol Team go in first to negotiate with the people inside.
Xu Shu, without turning his head, asked as he looked at the dark black flag with stars fluttering in the wind atop the clock tower.
Before coming here, he had already discussed with Gu Pan that they should use fake names to address each other when outside.
