It was already two in the afternoon when the armored vehicle pulled up at the entrance of Harrison Memorial Hospital.
Sunlight shone through the shattered glass doors into the lobby, casting dappled shadows on the floor tiles.
The air was thick with the scent of decay mixed with disinfectant, making one wrinkle their nose.
Leon pushed open the car door and jumped down.
Sandra followed behind with her MP5, scanning the surroundings alertly.
“Boss, what are we going in for?” Sandra asked in a low voice.
“To scavenge.” Leon replied simply, “Medicine, medical equipment, anything useful.
There are many people at the base and consumption is high; these things will be hard currency in the future.” Sandra nodded and didn’t ask further.
The two of them walked into the hospital lobby.
In the dim light, traces of the past chaos were visible—overturned registration desks, scattered medical records, bloodstains on the walls, and dried dark brown marks on the floor.
A few flies buzzed around, landing on an unidentified pile of something.
The first-floor lobby was very quiet.
Abnormally quiet.
Leon made a gesture, and the two began searching floor by floor.
Second floor.
Third floor.
Fourth floor.
The corridors on every floor were much the same—dim, silent, with the occasional wandering Walker.
When encountering those half-eaten and only able to crawl with their hands, Leon would raise his hand and fire a shot, putting them out of their misery.
When he came across those handcuffed to hospital beds—likely because it was too chaotic back then and the police fled after bringing in infected prisoners—he also gave them a headshot.
[Walker kill +1, Points +10] [Walker kill +1, Points +10] [Walker kill +1, Points +10] System notification sounds rang out continuously as the points rose steadily.
Leon was in a good mood.
As he reached the corner of the fourth floor, he suddenly stopped.
At the end of the corridor was a double door.
The door was tightly secured with chains and wooden boards.
But there were fresh claw marks on the boards, and the chains were swaying slightly—something was pushing the door from inside.
“Walkers.” Sandra whispered, her muzzle already raised.
Leon’s eyes lit up.
Walkers?
Those were points!
He signaled for Sandra to cover him, walked to the door, stood sideways against the crack, and slowly pulled it open— Just as he pulled it open a crack, the door was slammed open by the things inside!
Countless hands reached out from the crack!
Pale, rotting, missing fingers, nails falling off—those hands reached out desperately, trying to grab something.
Roars came from behind the door, one after another, like a pot of boiling water.
Leon took a step back and raised his gun.
Bang!
The first head exploded.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Like target practice, he took them out one by one, picking off the heads squeezing through the crack.
[Walker kill +1, Points +10] [Walker kill +1, Points +10] [Walker kill +1, Points +10] The points jumped rapidly.
Ten.
Twenty.
Thirty.
The crack was blocked by corpses; the Walkers behind couldn’t push the door open and could only continue to roar.
Leon swapped in a new magazine and fired a few more shots, blowing apart every head he could see.
He only stopped when the pile of corpses completely blocked the crack, and nothing inside could be seen anymore.
“A pity.” He shook his head.
“There are at least dozens more, but I can’t farm them now.” Sandra rolled her eyes.
“Boss, you call this a pity?” “You don’t understand.” Leon smiled and didn’t explain.
Points were good things.
The two continued their search.
Fifth floor This floor looked like the inpatient area.
There were patient rooms on both sides of the corridor; most of the doors were open, and the rooms were empty.
Occasionally, corpses could be seen lying on the hospital beds—some had already turned and had bullet holes in their heads; others hadn’t turned and just lay there, rotting and stinking.
Reaching the middle of the corridor, Leon stopped.
A patient room door was blocked from the outside by a hospital bed.
The bed was wedged sideways in the doorway, its headboard against the opposite wall, sealing the door tight.
The sheets and bedding had fallen to the floor, covered in dust.
Leon’s heart stirred.
He walked over and looked inside through the small window on the door.
In the dim room, a person was lying on a hospital bed.
It was a man.
Golden-brown hair, a face full of stubble, so thin his cheekbones protruded.
He wore a hospital gown, covered by a thin blanket, and his chest was rising and falling slightly— Alive.
Still breathing.
Just as Leon was about to push the door, a voice suddenly came from behind him: “Who are you!” Leon and Sandra turned simultaneously, their muzzles aimed at the source of the voice.
A woman stood at the other end of the corridor, hands raised above her head.
She wore a white lab coat, had short black hair, and her face was stained with dirt and tear marks, but her gaze was steady.
Probably in her early thirties, wearing a stethoscope; she was likely a doctor.
“Don’t shoot!” She shouted, “I’m a living person!
I haven’t been bitten!” Leon sized her up, his muzzle not lowering.
“Who are you?
What are you doing here?” “My name is Gail Macones.” The woman said, “The doctor staying behind here.” “A doctor?” Leon frowned.
“It’s been half a month since the outbreak.
Why are you still here?” Gail didn’t answer directly, but instead asked, “Who are you?
This equipment—is it military?
Or government?” Leon was silent for two seconds.
Then he began to bluff.
“Umbrella Corporation.”