The ambulance entrance smelled like rainwater, rust, and old disinfectant.
Lu Chengran disliked but chose to stay silent.
There was no point in complaining. The hallway did not care whether he disliked it. The annex had been built to swallow sick people, seal doors behind them, and pretend cleanliness could be achieved through tile, drains, and a few official signs. Now the white paint had blistered along the lower walls. Mold bloomed near the ceiling. Old stretcher marks scarred the floor.
The place had failed long before the apocalypse.
Someone had simply decided to use it anyway.
Major Lin moved behind him, rifle low, jaw tight. Gao Jun covered the rear. Liao Wen crouched near the wall with one hand over his nose, his face pale beneath the dim red emergency lamp. Sweat gathered at his temple.
Lu Chengran glanced at him. "Talk."
Liao Wen swallowed. "There are traces everywhere."
"That is not useful enough."
