The Apocalypse Survival Manual (Three Days Before Doomsday, I Stockpiled Billions) novel Chapter 863

Chapter 863

Nicole told the truth. “We found a shipment of rare metals while we were scavenging. The munitions factory needed them badly enough to give us a submarine in exchange.”

The questions kept coming. How did they survive months at sea? What did they eat, and where did they get drinking water?

The staff pried more than the nosiest neighbor.

Once their information cleared review, they were told to report for a medical exam.

Nicole frowned, but the staff offered no explanation. They simply directed the group to the rooms next door, with separate areas for men and women.

A military doctor examined Nicole, checked her pulse, and asked about her medical history and any symptoms. Then she said, “I’ll need you to undress.”

Nicole gave her a puzzled look. “What for?”

“It’s part of the screening. You can leave your underwear on.”

Despite her discomfort, Nicole complied. The doctor briefly inspected her skin, then nodded. “Alright.

You can get dressed.”

“Were you looking for mutations?” Nicole asked.

The doctor looked about her age. Apparently satisfied with Nicole’s condition, she nodded.

“A lot of people have been living in awful conditions. They’ve survived on whatever they could catch in the ocean, or eaten… things they shouldn’t. We’re seeing health problems because of it.

“We can only do a basic screening with the resources we have, but we need to find out who’s sick and see

what we can do for them.”

She signed Nicole’s form and handed it over.

“Take this back to reception.”

Nicole glanced at the result: A+.

She waited outside until Zeph and Poppy emerged, one after the other. Both received an A+, too.

Before she could say anything, a shout came from one of the exam rooms.

“Let go of me! I’m not sick! I’m not sick!”

The door opened, and two soldiers escorted a middle-aged man out, each gripping one of his arms. He

thrashed between them.

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“There’s nothing wrong with me!”

Nicole noticed several small lumps on his face. They definitely weren’t pimples.

She took Poppy’s hand and quickly stepped aside, keeping them both well clear of him.

The man was thin, his skin darkened by the sun and cracked. His eyes bulged, their whites yellow and cloudy. He looked like someone who survived alone at sea before finding his way to the base.

After so long adrift, he probably had little to eat beyond whatever he could catch. Some survivors resorted to eating other people.

Nicole finally understood why Yorwick sorted new arrivals by health status.

Everyone coped differently, and some crossed lines others never would. Months at sea left many

survivors with serious physical or psychological problems.

Housing everyone together without assessing their condition risked spreading infections or putting people in danger. The disasters pushed some survivors past their breaking point, and violent outbursts, even knife attacks, were no longer unusual.

Separate housing gave those who needed treatment a place to recover while others began rebuilding

their lives.