Because their Path was unusual and needed to be used in conjunction with curses to work well, most of the members had not entered the supernatural and were ordinary people.
Flora's appearance really had given them a fright, and only now were they gradually calming down.
Damian rubbed his aching cheek, glanced at Lillian, who was laughing happily, then frowned at the still-shaken members. "Can someone tell me-what on earth happened?"
Everyone began talking at once.
Neither Vanessa nor Damian had attended the distribution of Holy Communion that morning, but that was no great problem. Everyone already knew the procedure, and with all the guards there, they naturally had no reason to panic. Everything proceeded in order, and Dorothea and Allen had brought the orphans along to participate as well.
The distribution went as smoothly as ever. Dorothea had even brought a book, which she read whenever she had a little free time.
Occasionally, someone from the Wild Dog Gang would ask her over to help bandage the wounded. There were not many wounded here-most of those who had been injured had not even survived the first few days.
Dorothea was not busy, and because of that, she noticed Alice beneath a tree in the distance.
Alice was talking to a little boy.
The boy looked vaguely familiar to Dorothea. Only after thinking back for a while did she remember.
He was the boy Doctor Norman had treated at the beginning of the plague! His mother had held him in her arms and begged Norman to save him.
Norman had softened and actually gotten out of the vehicle to treat him. After that, things had snowballed, and the place had eventually become a temporary medical station.
His name seemed to be... Eli?
Dorothea turned her head away, her heart feeling