Zackary was currently working his third hour shift in the Medical Room, cleaning the initial messes and whatnot, organizing the utilities for future needs if necessary. He hated cleaning up the leftover blood, it always reminded him about his mother’s death as a small child, traumatizing him for life. And there’s that same moment again, causing his heartbeat to stagger as he fell to the floor, curled up as he breathed quickly.

What will you do?