Security Team headquarters.
The bright tungsten filament lamp swayed with the movement of the seawater, casting a faintly bobbing light.
Every now and then, a few moths drawn to it would hurl themselves against the bulb, leaving distinct black marks behind.
Under the flickering light, the old-fashioned iron gate at the headquarters' main entrance was tightly shut. Three heavy iron locks hung from it, while layers upon layers of miscellaneous items sent by the surrounding refugees had been piled behind the gate.
A sign reading "No Entry" stood in front of the main entrance. Its red paint had faded to a dull black, resembling blood that had not yet dried.
To prevent yesterday's incident from happening again and affecting the team members' morale,
the two guardhouses on either side had been hastily demolished during the day. All that remained at their former locations was a pile of construction debris and household trash.
The passage leading out of the headquarters had also been reinforced with defensive measures. All kinds of discarded items had been piled along both sides, leaving only a passage wide enough for five or six people to enter side by side.
If the enemy insisted on entering from the front, they would inevitably have to pay a heavy price.
Behind the pile of miscellaneous items at the main entrance, simple defense facilities had also been set up inside the headquarters.
Since this was the Sea Relay Station, there was no way to dig trenches, so they could only use sandbags to arrange their defensive line.
There were a full three rows of sandbags. Each row could conceal over a hundred people. After being drenched in seawater, they served as the first line of defense.
Farther back was the second line of defense: firing embrasures that had already been