"Ouch," I winced, trying to pull my feet from Will's tight grip. He showed no mercy, holding it only tighter as he continued to clean and disinfect my feet.
System was still ignoring me, leaving my body only able to naturally heal. It was faster than a normal human should be cable of thanks to the virus, still, it was not fast enough.
My feet were torn up from the rocks and tarmac, and my arms and waist had all taken a few hits from the dead's claws. He'd, uncaring for my privacy, stripped me down to my underwear to disinfect and bandage all my wounds.
Once done he tossed the dirty clothes into the bin and sat back in his chair, folding his arms and pointing his narrowed eyes at me.
We were completely alone and in a different dorm building, all six of which were now behind the new, taller walls. Just how long had I been asleep?
