Getting visitors like these wasn't unusual to them. With the shelter's fame getting higher and higher, it was only normal to attract more and more people.
The guard, Ciara, signaled her team to lower their rifles. "Stand by for inspection. Do not move."
The gate opened slightly, just enough for a shelter medic to step through. The team approached the five immediately. As a matter of fact, there were also simple arrangements of tents outside the shelter for situations like this.
Just like that, they were scanned with infrared lenses and handheld bioscanners for signs of infection. They checked their body temperature, pulse irregularities, and, of course, any necrotic markers.
Thankfully, there are no bites, no fever, no erratic eye movement.
One woman had a bruised leg, but nothing dangerous. Another had minor dehydration, but in the end, they all passed.
The medic nodded. "Just fatigue and travel strain. No signs of viral infection or exposure."
