Gelman met Nobunaga and Pam, whom he hadn't seen in over two months, amid the bustle and noise of the Casualty Zone.
They were wrapped in a few bandages, with blood seeping through in places, but they still seemed able to move around without difficulty. Neither had lost any limbs.
Gido was treating their wounds.
After patching them up, she immediately hurried off to tend to the next casualty, looking quite busy.
Before she left, though, Gido gave them as brief an explanation as possible of what Gelman and the others were doing there, along with their shared "story," so they wouldn't let anything slip later.
Gelman had taken only a few steps toward them when Shubika, passing by, stopped him.
"Put this on and wash your hands." Shubika, wearing a mask, handed him a bottle of Alcohol Gel and got straight to the point.
Since Shubika had taken charge of the Casualty Zone, the biggest change was that everyone passing through was required to apply even more Alcohol Gel to their hands.
She didn't care whether the person in front of her was Gelman or Chairman Netero. As far as she was concerned, everyone who was alive had to follow the rules.
At Shubika's direction, a group of young people in white coats even stood guard at every entrance and exit, making sure everyone passing through applied Alcohol Gel.
"Sure." Gelman didn't refuse. He understood Shubika's approach; it was good for disease control across the entire fortress.
He carefully rubbed the gel over every part of his hands, from his fingertips to his wrists. Only then did Shubika let him pass.
"Gelman."
Nobunaga spotted Gelman from a distance, picked up a hat beside him, and put it on to cover his bald head. He then rose from the temporary