Chapter 43: Reality Of Limitless
Exiting the room, I was bombarded with the combined stench of blood, rotting flesh, vomit, urine, and many other nasty odors I couldn’t even recognize. The massive corridors were lined with hospital beds carrying wounded civilians and soldiers, left unattended due to shortages of medical staff.
I finally realized why they moved me to that cozy office.
"Follow me," Pamela said in a dry tone and walked forward.
I didn’t say a word. I just took in the view and the stench. This was the reality of worlds that can’t protect themselves from the rifts.
This experience wasn’t exclusive to humans. If the orcs failed to protect themselves from the Louisiana Limitless team, their side would have been the one in this condition.
"This is war. There is no right or wrong. Just winners and losers," I muttered under my breath before moving forward.
I followed Pamela to the edge of the corridor, and we took a sharp turn left.
It was worse here.
Some patients had to lie on the ground. Some were held by their loved ones who wailed loudly. The white walls were stained with blood, vomit, and things better left unnamed. I had to watch my step to avoid stepping on something that looked like it came out of someone’s gut.
Flanking both sides of the corridor were doors where medical staff operated on wounded civilians and soldiers. The cries of pain echoed off the walls, making it painfully clear why the room I came from had to be soundproof.
The overhead lights flickered. A buzzing sound filled the hallway, competing with the occasional beep from failing machines and the low hum of sorrow.