Currently this room was filled with the division heads and Alex's closest people. A young man knelt before him and another one was still crying asking for Alex to give one of the Panacea serum for a critical patient there in a room next to theirs.
Who was this person to Alex? Lieutenant Chris was one of thousands platoon leaders in the Star army. And currently Alex only had 15 serums in his hands. Was it wise enough to give this serum for that person? The threats of End-time would be just augmented, even though this Panacea serum would be increased rapidly as well, but in this circumstances there were only 10 serums available for every one month. Whereas, ever since the End-time had taken place, the headquarters had grown from 2000 to 600,000 people in as short as 3 months. Everyone in the room was thinking about the same thing: How could Alex decide whose to give, whose not?
"Leader, please give one serum to Lieutenant Chris!" Dylan pleaded again
