Medical Squad

When the sun finally set, Anfiya let out a breath in the pitch-black forest.

Though night was never peaceful, and dusk in this world was especially cold, the reduced visibility made the exhausted Red Star People much safer.

The night could not block beasts' sense of smell or night vision, but for those being hunted, it was the most effective shield against their own kind.

"Any news from Samuel?"

"Not yet."

No news from the sentries was perhaps the best news possible for Captain Anfiya.

She looked at her companions. What had once been a twelve-person team now had only six people left, and every one of them was injured.

".How much longer can we hold out this time?"

The dark night was not a completely safe barrier. Their previous camp had been ambushed at nightfall.

Darkness could only limit the hunters' range of vision, while firelight was fatal in this environment. To avoid them, these wounded soldiers had not lit a fire in a week.

There was no cooked food or hot water. Even the barely edible biscuits were rationed. The wounded could not last much longer.

"Sergeant Yelena, how much medicine and food do we have left?"

Medic Yelena shook her head. The biscuits had already been reduced to one meal a day, and even then, they would last at most another week.

Medicine? Most ordinary medicines had become a blind box in this world—ninety percent useless, ten percent effective. The Healer's Taboo Items and potions still worked, but they had been completely used up in the earlier battles.

The Healer in the squad had already done everything she possibly could. In an environment with nothing available, she was powerless.

Anfiya swept her gaze over her companions. Some lay helplessly on the ground, while others were in such