Treatment Center (2)

"50 bottles for tent number 10."

"Yes! Understood, 50 bottles!"

"Mrs. Dare? The count of hygienic gloves doesn't match..."

"That's because about half of the gloves haven't been moved from the ship yet. It'll match when they're brought over, so don't worry."

"Mrs. Dare! 13 more patients have been brought in!"

"Where did they come from?"

"They say from Aldgate?"

"Then move them to the Aldgate tent! I'll organize it!"

There, Eleanor naturally took command.

Today was another busy day, like a war. The inside of the protective suit was completely soaked with sweat, feeling as if she were swimming in water.

While Eleanor was moving medicine boxes herself, sweating profusely...

Fling.

Someone throws open the tent door.

Wondering who it is, she looks... and sees unfamiliar faces. She hasn't heard their voices in Chesapeake Bay either.

Not only that... their attire is strange.