Valley of Flood - Part 13

When she got on the street, she looks around her. She sees how the houses of this community, some were looking like they weren't touched by the zombies or by destruction of this apocalypse. People, who are leaving and entering the houses without being terrified or scared, like this was once normal for them. People on the street who are communicating like a few months ago about sports, books, TV shows, or anything to talk to make the time pass fast. Mihaela feels happy and safe being here. She never thought there are communities like this who are keeping safe humans and are working together to be safe from the creatures outside of these walls.

Mihaela crosses the street, opens the gate of the house in front of her, and walks toward the door. The difference between the house and the one where Ron is hospitalized is the rooftop. The Ron's house is having a red rooftop while this one has a black rooftop with a bunch of solar panels who are still working.

Houses like this, with solar panels and wind turbines, are a primal source for creating electricity, which his mostly used for communication, light, entertain and making life easier for humans who are living in this zone. When Mihaela got on the door, she knocks on it, and before she could say something, a solider opens the door.

"Good morning!" says Mihaela to Stephan, the soldier from yesterday. "How are you?"

"Good morning." says Stephan. "I am feeling better. You?"

"Good. Are the patients awake?"

"Most of them." he says the sentence as he moves away and let Mihaela enters the house. "They are in the living room and kitchen. All seven."

"All are pilled like this?" asks Mihaela surprised because in the house earlier, was only Ron.

"What can we do?" asks Stephan. "We're limited in spaces for injured personnel."

"In the house where the Englishman is. There are three beds in there."

"We can't." responds Stephan. "We don't want to risk it in spreading a local epidemic."

"But Ron's not infected." says Mihaela concerned.

"These are the orders ma'am." says Stephan. "We have to respect them."

Mihaela didn't say anything. She accepted what Stephan said, even though it feels wrong to put all of the people in a single house, in such a crampy space because they don't want to risk a zombie pandemic in this community. When she entered the house, she goes to the bathroom to sterilize her hands before she will start her checkout.

Even if she arrived here last night, she immediately integrated into this place, and started to help as much as she could. Upon entering the bathroom, she closes the door after her, and she starts washing her hands, then she splashes some water into their face to make her feel refreshed. Last night she barely slept. The only time she was sleeping was in the second military truck who was transporting the group to the community.

Mihaela look on the mirror, then she said to herself before she left the bathroom.

"Just like in university."

When the nurse left the bathroom, she takes the gloves and goes to the rooms where are the soldiers gathered and laying on beds, tables and chairs.

At the moment she entered the room, Mihaela looks a bit scared, seeing how all of the soldiers are bandaged on the body and heads. Most of them have been hit by bullets on the chest, while one was hit on the right eye and made his whole eye blow up from the socket when it happens. Mihaela goes over to the one with a missing eye, she looks worried at him, but the man, with a smile, says to her in English.

"Tis' but a scratch."

"A scratch?" she says in English, then she continues in Romanian. "Your eye is off."

"It is, but I live." says the Englishman. The man is speaking English, and can understand Romanian, just like Ron and other people from here, but this one is having British nationality, long brown hair, a green eye, and a scorpion tattoo on his neck.

"How is that possible?"

"You tell me. I ain't no doctor."

"Ma'am." says a soldier to Mihaela, who is laying near the one with a missing eye. "Could you see my wound? I got shot in the leg and I can feel it again."

"I will." says Mihaela while she is inspecting the wound of the Englishmen. "What is your name?"

"Adrian."

"Well, Adrian. Looks like the bullet missed the brain. This is good. Means you are safe and can survive. But you have to wear an eyepatch for the rest of the days."

"Not a problem. But I can still fight, right?"

"I don't know." she says feeling a little creped by this enthusiasm of Adrian. "You want to fight while you are having an eye out."

"As long as I have my limbs and the other eye, I can still fight and do my duty as a soldier."

Mihaela continues to check the wound, she sterilizes him, gives him some medicine to ease the pain, but Adrian still insisted he doesn't feel pain. Mihaela is feeling creped by this since this is the first time she has to give first aid to a guy with missing eye. Plus, she is a nurse, not exactly a doctor like the others from this community.

After she finished with Arian, she moves on to the other inured soldiers which most of them are only having minor injuries. Three shoots in the legs, one in the chest, and other one in the arm. Even if they got shoot by the bullet on their bodies, they can still live if the shots haven't made any contact with vital organs of the body.

Mihaela treats all of the soldiers in almost an hour and half, and when she finished she leaves the house, then she walks outside.

"I wonder where's Gancea." asks Mihaela to herself as she is walking toward a building that was once a cultural place for people to gather around to see graduations of children from primary school, or folklore dancing competitions or just to hear a boring speech of their village chief. She is walking there because on that building is the cafeteria, and right now, she is hungry like every person who hasn't eaten anything good in like forever.