Lying on the floor, Ms. Archer saw Melody Summers heading for the basement and immediately began to struggle violently.
Unable to lift her body, she could only slam her head against the floor—THUD! THUD!—as if she felt no pain at all.
Melody Summers frowned. She walked over to Ms. Archer and used more layers of tape to firmly secure her neck and ankles to the floor. Now, Ms. Archer was like a pinned human specimen; no matter how much she twisted and struggled, she couldn’t make the slightest movement.
After double-checking that Ms. Archer was completely immobilized, Melody Summers turned back to the basement entrance. She switched on her phone’s flashlight and cautiously descended the narrow staircase, one step at a time.
Melody Summers had assumed the basement would be a small, cramped area, but after the narrow staircase, she found herself in a massive underground space.
It was like an underground shopping street. The basement corridor was long and wide, and in the beam of her phone’s light, it seemed to stretch on endlessly.
Both sides of the corridor were lined with rooms resembling factory cubicles, arranged in neat rows. All their doors were shut tight.
Melody Summers checked the doors until she found one that wasn’t locked. After confirming no one was inside, she gently pushed it open.
The moment the door swung open, Melody Summers expected to be hit with a musty, rotting smell, but that wasn’t what she found.
A smell like a cleaning agent washed over her, mingled with the faint scent of disinfectant. ’Looks like this place was cleaned and disinfected recently,’ Melody thought.
In the beam of her phone’s flashlight, Melody Summers immediately spotted an empty operating table in the center of the room.
A jolt of shock went through Melody Summers. ’It looks like this is an underground medical facility...’
’Could it be...’
’Could the organ harvesting surgeries Flynn Adler mentioned be secretly taking place right here?!’
Suppressing her astonishment, Melody Summers stepped inside and carefully surveyed the room.
Beside the operating table stood several pieces of medical equipment she didn’t recognize. They looked quite new, clearly not abandoned.
In addition, there was a cabinet against the wall.
Melody Summers took a few steps forward, gently opened the cabinet door, and found medications neatly arranged inside.
She picked up a box and read the label: "Propofol." She was taken aback. ’An anesthetic!’
’Anesthetics are incredibly hard to come by. Hospitals guard them strictly; I couldn’t get my hands on any when I was stockpiling supplies.’
After a moment’s thought, Melody Summers decided to take all the medicine from the cabinet and store it in her space.
She turned to the medical equipment, hesitated for a few seconds, and then swept it all—including the operating table—into her space.
’Melody Summers wasn’t sure what the later stages of the apocalypse would bring. It was better to be safe than sorry with these medical supplies.’
Once she was sure she had completely cleared the room, Melody Summers walked out, closing the door behind her.
She then checked the other rooms nearby and found they were all locked from the outside.
Melody hesitated for a moment, then walked up to one of the locked rooms and absorbed the entire door, frame and all, into her space.
With the door gone, Melody Summers walked straight inside. She scanned her surroundings and saw that this room only contained several refrigerated cabinets and no other medical equipment. However, the power to the cabinets was out.
She approached one of the cabinets and pulled the door open. A foul stench immediately assaulted her.
The reek was like food waste left to rot for a week—a mixture of sour decay, a bloody stench, and mold that shot straight up her nose, feeling as if it could seep into her very bones.
"GACK—" Overcome by the smell, Melody Summers couldn’t stop herself from dry-heaving twice.


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