Few of the windows in the temporary hospital were open. The ones that were, left ajar for ventilation, were sliding windows that could only be opened halfway.
Flora Bloom strolled toward the operating room at the far end of the hall. The few consultation rooms she passed with open doors were all empty. The faint scent of blood grew stronger the closer she got, until it became overpowering as she approached the very operating room she had left just a short while ago.
Flora Bloom pressed the sensor for the operating room door, but it was locked from the inside. A strange voice called out from within.
"Who's there?"
"The Adler family sent me."
"Is the mutated zombie dealt with?"
"..." 'The person inside is warier than I expected.' Flora Bloom didn't answer, listening closely. It sounded like there was some other commotion inside.
"Mmmph! Mmmph!"
"Behave! Don't even think about calling for help!"
Flora Bloom frowned. 'That's Cynthia.'
