The Endgame Chronicles (by Hugh White) novel Chapter 211

Chapter 211

What greeted the couple was amassive sprawl di shantytowns.

Black, red, blue, white, and every other color of tarp were patched together into makeshift shelters. Some were even sewn together from old clothes.

Crowds of unwashed, exhausted residents sat on the ground. From somewhere nearby came loud clanging noises.

When the couple looked over, they saw a whole group of men hauling sandbags and metal sheets, struggling to build a new

defensive wall.

The narrow streets were packed with drifters wandering. Every face looked tense, hollow, and worn down. It was a complete contrast to the people they had seen back in Haylight Base.

The young couple stared in shock.

This was the legendary Base K1?

They thought the largest base in Aecraton would be huge and powerful. Maybe not a sci-fi underground fortress, but at least similar to a pre-apocalypse city.

At the very least, it should have been better than that tiny Haylight Base they had never even heard of.

Haylight Base had villas, farmland stretching in every direction, fresh produce everywhere, and families raising pigs in their yards…

Wasn’t that supposed to be the minimum standard?

“You two are assigned to the West District. There’s a shack that opened up a few days ago. Go live there.” The registration worker tossed them a number tag.

The girl caught it. “Th-that’s it?”

“Duh,” the worker snapped, giving her a bored look. “You didn’t bring any supplies. What else are you expecting?”

Every survivor joining Base K1 had to turn in half of whatever they brought. If they contributed a lot of materials, the base would assign them a slightly better room and give them a few points they could use in the cafeteria for food or other needs.

Honestly, among all the bases out there, Base K1 had one of the fairest and lowest entry requirements.

Base K1 took in everyone, even people who had absolutely nothing and no skills. Even if they were completely useless, they still got shelter and the bare minimum rations.

Places like Hope Base wouldn’t even glance at someone who couldn’t contribute.

Looking at this girl, who arrived empty-handed and still expected more, the worker was clearly annoyed.

“If you want anything better, you work. The base has two main jobs: construction and scavenging trips outside. Both earn points. Save up enough points, and you can apply to move to a better district.”

The girl’s face went pale. “What?! You expect us to do construction? And scavenging?!”

“What else do you think you’re going to do?” the worker said, glancing at her torm. “You don’t have any professional skills. It you were medical, we’d put you in the clinic.”

“But we’re office staff! I type! I write reports! Before the apocalypse, I worked at a big company. You guys must need talents like

me!”

The moment she finished speaking, the surrounding survivors burst into loud laughter.

“You worked at a big company? Before the apocalypse, I was an executive at a Fortune 500!” a middle-aged man shouted while

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lifting a stack of bricks.

“I owned a business before the apocalypse!”

“My family had ten houses before the apocalypse. So what? Hahaha!”

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