As Feng Ju pushed open the door of the Patrol Office, a wave of noisy chatter mixed with the smell of cheap tobacco rushed towards him.
The hall was swarming with shadows of people, a dozen or so circled around the filthy figure at the center.
Dong Ping's uniform was unrecognizable in color, with grayish-brown rat fur and suspicious mucus adhered to the fabric, his mechanical prosthetic had broken at the elbow joint, and exposed wires dangled like torn intestines.
He didn't change his clothes, but instead wore it all as a medal showcasing his near-death experience to everyone.
The only flaw was that his other arm was wrapped in bandages, which were seeping blood and emanating the stench of the sewers.
His comrades couldn't stand it any longer and bandaged and disinfected his pitted and gnawed arm.
Wang from the medical room stood beside, a forced smile on his face; it took him 20 minutes to bandage the arm, and he vomited twice during the process.
"Captain Feng!"
