"This is the infirmary?" Neveah asked in disbelief.
The supposed infirmary was very far from what Neveah had imagined or predicted and so she could only stare in astonishment.
What Estelle had referred to as the infirmary was in fact much different from that.
Right from the public infirmary itself, all the way down to the city hall on the very end of the street, the entire distance had been converted into a makeshift housing, quarantine and care center for the infected.
This was an entire street, and every building on either side of the street, restaurants, bakeries, clothing shops, regardless of what they previously were, they had been made a part of the effort.
It was an entire row, completely separating the infected from those who lived in the other parts of the city and this street carried on for a great distance, it was like a small community of its own.
