Three days in this fucking infirmary was nothing short of torture, the food was crap, not that food mattered much to my body by now anyways. most of the other people who were caught and brought here were so damn moody they made you wish for death just by looking at their face. But it wasn't so bad, on the second day they moved the blind girl's bed right next to mine(for some reason she still wasn't telling me her name)and due to that I had the best and quirkiest company a man soon to be undead could ever wish for.