A few hours earlier, before the alarms and the chaos, Mei had been sitting quietly near the entrance of the shelter, playing with Desmond…
It was the name she had given to the golden retriever. At this time, Desmond wagged his tail happily, rolling onto his back as she rubbed his belly.
Ever since she had found him inside the shelter, she had taken care of him, fed him, and kept him close.
Naming him had felt natural. Desmond was hers, and she had every right to give him an official name.
"I wonder why you're here?" Mei murmured softly, scratching behind his ears.
"This was an A.I. soldiers' base meant for cultivating those four crops. There shouldn't be a dog here at all."
This was indeed a mystery that no one could answer. Even the previous slaves had never noticed this dog. Probably because they were busy and staying at the eastern building… or perhaps, the dog was a mystical creature that had suddenly appeared.
