"He'll wake up hungry and confused. He will be stronger, but dangerous until he regains control. Secure the reinforced bed for now." Anna added before she finally left the hall.
***
Later, in the Medic's Lounge—if one could call it that, Anna's stomach growled…
She barely had eaten since there were a lot of patients after the 6th Zombie Horde…
Soon, she sat down with a modest plate. It had steamed rice, dried mushroom stew, and a hard-boiled egg. A simple meal, but it could be considered a luxury by post-apocalyptic standards or compared to other shelters.
On her seat, there was already a plate that was set beside her.
Mira, the logistics officer, joined her with a sigh. "You look exhausted."
"I am…" Anna admitted while picking at her rice.
