Sinan’s mind drifted. He thought back to the fight, the taste of blood, and the sense of intoxication that came from it. It felt like a lifetime ago, yet it could all spiral out of control in a second. The stakes were higher now, and the enemy was not just the undead lurking beyond their walls but also the panic within his own group.
With difficulty, he opened his eyes, catching a glimpse of Zhou Rong, who was staring down at him, an unreadable expression on his face. Sinan felt a wave of shame wash over him.
“I’m sorry,” he managed to croak out, words heavy with regret.
“There’s nothing to apologize for,” Zhou Rong replied, though his voice was laced with tension. “We’ll find a way.”
Sinan closed his eyes once more, succumbing to the fever and the uncertainty that loomed over him like a dark cloud.
The night wore on as they made plans, strategizing their next move. Each soldier was aware that time was not on their side, yet the hope of survival flickered faintly in the dark.
Sinan’s fever persisted, and everyone remained on alert, trapped between dread and a glimmer of resilience. Little did they know, the true battle was just beginning.
Pushing and fighting sounds approached and then suddenly disappeared from his ears, like a blurry vision through water. After an indeterminate time, footsteps stopped beside him, then someone crouched down, covering him with a thick coat.
Sinan struggled uncomfortably, but the person wrapped him tightly, not leaving a single gap.
“Just a normal illness, exhausted,” the person said. “Beta constitution isn’t strong. Worried you won’t make it through this fever.”
“Brother Rong…”
The person stood up, saying softly: “Give me the car keys. I’m going out for a bit.”
When he awoke again, Sinan felt someone forcing something into his mouth. He barely opened his eyes, realizing the medicinal tablets forced between his teeth had dissolved: “…You…”
“Fever medication.”
…Where did the fever medication come from?
Zhou Rong removed his coat, casually throwing it on the ground, and sat down next to Sinan, softly scolding: “Are you stupid or foolish? Going to the pharmacy only looking for food, not knowing to grab some common medications?”