C177 CHAPTER 177

The minibus gradually halted its shaky journey just beyond the gate, the final puff of black smoke spewing out from its exhaust. The surrounding survivors instinctively covered their noses and stepped back as the dense smoke permeated the air. Eventually, the choking cloud dissipated, leaving behind the stale scent of burnt oil.

Slowly, the minibus' door creaked open. Henrietta Reed