Adrian went to the medbay of the base, and headed straight to Ryan's room.
Inside, Ryan was still in a sorry state, with bandages wrapped across his torso and arm, an IV line running into his hand, fluids dripping steadily through the tube.
The monitor beside him beeped at a consistent pace.
Ryan turned his head slightly when the door opened.
"…Sir," he said.
Adrian stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
"At ease," Adrian said.
Ryan let out a short breath and relaxed back against the bed.
"You still look like shit," Adrian added.
"Yeah, but like the doctor said, I'll be okay in less than two weeks. I heard gunshots outside, what was happening out there?"
"Apparently, zombies have a varying infection pattern," Adrian said, stepping closer to the bed. "Some turn instantly. Others don't."
Ryan frowned slightly.
"…Meaning?"
"We had a carrier inside the base," Adrian continued. "She was infected for hours, maybe longer, without turning. Moved freely. Blended in."
