The lollipop hung loosely between Wenzhi's teeth as he watched Duan Ze and Ru Yi argue about a game or something along those lines.
He wasn't listening to them.
Frankly, he had been existing among them like a ghost for the past six hours. Mostly because Zhaohe's cooking had given him food poisoning.
He still wasn't over it.
He rose to his feet, pressing a hand firmly against his stomach. His freckled face creased in discomfort as he walked out of the room, heading down the main halls of the shelter.
Children were running from one side of the corridor to the other, laughing and playing games, while the elderly sat in clustered groups. Elsewhere, the injured gathered to talk and laugh with one another.
They were currently stationed at one of the emergency shelters built close to Sector Two, which had rapidly escalated into a highly potent red zone.
