"ARRGHHHH!"
One of the hunters I was treating screamed as I sliced into his arm, severing the rotten flesh. The infection had spread too far, there weren't enough supplies or equipment left to save the limb so I had no choice but to amputate.
All the healers had long since been drained of their vitality magic, leaving them helpless. That is, if any of them were even still alive. Most had already perished in the chaos.
Now, only five of us remained providing medical aid, three F-rank healers, two C-ranks, and me, a regular nurse. It was painful to admit, but we were probably the last functioning medical support in the entire city.
There was nowhere safe left to stay, so we built a base out of rubble, whatever scraps of buildings hadn't been swallowed by the monsters roaming the streets. Every corner of the city was infested. We did our best to stay hidden, moving constantly, hoping to find survivors. Sometimes, they found us first—bleeding, broken, and desperate for help.
