A few moments ago, the inspection had actually begun smoothly.
One by one, the caravan members entered the tent, and physicians started checking their eyes, skin, and pulse while Warden Units scanned for traces of infection…
Well, the various devices that other shelters used to find those infected weren't being used here just yet due to limited supply.
Still, these physicians were experts, and the Warden Units could also help with a thorough inspection.
Aside from that, crates were carefully pried open, barrels tapped, and the routine felt almost natural…
The survivors watching from after began to relax, convinced this caravan would pass without incident.
Then it happened.
One of the escort warriors stepped forward, his arm bandaged hastily beneath his sleeve. The physician didn't think much as he started reaching to examine the wound.
