"How was it? Did it work?" A hurried voice, thick with nervousness, echoed in the cramped, dirty room, where a dim orange light struggled to pierce the gloom.
"Although the effect wasn't as potent as we'd hoped, given enough time, there's a chance she'll regain her sanity and become normal," A thin, half-bald man said, walking into the room and embracing his wife, his voice filled with excitement.
"Finally, after so long, we'll be whole again," The woman sobbed, returning his embrace tightly.
"But there's one thing that troubles me: how do we ensure it doesn't die of hunger without risking contamination? We need to provide clean food, which is nearly impossible to find now," The man said, rubbing his forehead worriedly as he sat on the couch, having calmed his wife.
"What about feeding it our own meat? We're not heavily contaminated, and we have healing abilities, which is why we've survived this long," The woman suggested anxiously, clenching her fists.