"So far everything feels okay, I haven't done any check up…so I don't know.."
Qingran nodded slowly, accepting the plate and sinking into the chair beside her. "We'll have to find a medic soon. Maybe one of the survivors we pick up will have some medical training."
As she ate, the room fell into a quiet rhythm, just the clinking of her chopsticks, the low hum of the building's power system, and the occasional creak of the wind outside was heard.
Lingquan pinged in again.
[New scan initiated. Nearest group of survivors: 5 individuals. Estimated location: Parking garage, sublevel B3. Moderate chance of infection within group. Security level: unknown.]
Qingran put down her chopsticks and looked up, her eyes sharp. "B3's the underground lot, right?"
[Yeah. These are the only ones I can find right now.]
"Okay. I'll do check it out. If the tidal wave hits us it might take out the whole building or worse damage the power supply."
