Meanwhile, outside the barracks, there was a tent set up as a food distribution where staff of the Shadow Private Military Company hands civilians a tray of food.
There was a long line of civilians from the Bayshore Residential Resort 1 and Boracay, waiting patiently for their meal.
One of them was Chandrika and her three friends. Their names were Aubrey, Sophia, and Glaiza.
They were dressed in clean, fitted casual clothes, clearly taken from whatever the staff had managed to scavenge from the supermarket, but chosen well enough to match each of them.
Chandrika wore a plain fitted white T-shirt tucked neatly into a pair of high-waisted denim jeans. The shirt hugged her frame just enough without being tight, and the jeans fit clean along her legs, practical but still flattering. Her round glasses rested properly on her face now, no longer smudged, and her short bob had been brushed down, though a few strands still clung near her cheeks.
