Only I Am Not Attacked In A World Overflowing With Zombies

By the time I reached City Hall from the garrison, the time was also around midnight.

Only the infirmary has brilliant lights inside the lighted out city hall. Makura in white was seeing Lunshi, who had been put to bed at the checkpoint, but the expression wasn't cute.

After moving to the holding room, Yusuke heard it whispered.

"Are you all right?

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Makura shook her head silently.

"What was prescribed is an antimicrobial, but I haven't let it scatter with medication. I'm about to get worse. We need surgery."

"Surgery..."

"It will be a burden on your body, and there is a risk of infection, so you tried to see how it went with your medication first..."

If it's a calm environment, I might have brought it back with my meds, but it's in that mess. He would have lost his health and immunity.

It's a long story and silence.

Makura snapped without looking.

"The other one... couldn't you?

It's about the garrison. It was a topic that I had put behind me until then because I gave priority to seeing Lunch in a sudden illness.

Yusuke, being careful not to sound as pessimistic as possible,

"No, something went wrong... well, I'm a zombie, but to avoid it, it felt like I moved. It's not like it's all gone. I think the evacuees are following quite a bit too. Maybe he decided that if he was in the garrison, he couldn't protect him. I don't know where I'm going. When the kids get down, you listen to me."

Makura was listening to those words.

After a while,

"When do you think rescue will come?

Yusuke chose the word while crossing the universe, but in the meantime it seemed to pass on enough.

Makura's face is nagging and her eyes hide on her forehead. The stretched hair was cleansed, but it was bouncing slightly on her shoulder, and she seemed to think blurry as she fixed it with her hands.

"Uh, I'll report back at the meeting tomorrow morning for more information. I can operate... right? Let me know if you need anything."

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Stay nagging, no reply.

Yusuke tried to continue his words, but it was blocked by the sound of a knock that echoed in the room.

Coming into the office was a late moon rushing to get the news. Behind you, there's also a high-school guy who named himself Late Moon's boyfriend.

"Ah..."

I got eyes on the deep moon.

Stiff as a surprise.

(... have you lost a little weight?

With that in mind, Yusuke spoke up.

"Hey."

"…, yes.... Long time no see..."

The deep moon was a trembling voice, and that's all I finally said.

The conversation does not continue and an awkward silence flows.

Deep Moon took his gaze off, as he had returned to me, and rushed over to Lunshi, who was lying down.

A high school man left behind crumbles blindly when he sees Lunch.

"Why did Ryuji come here... to be helped by a chopper?"

Yusuke had no choice but to answer.

"I went to see the garrison, but I took him home because it was supposed to be bad. Don't talk around me yet."

A large number of humans see Lung Shi being put on a militia helicopter. It's only a matter of time before the rumble returns to City Hall. What happened in the garrison would not be something that could be hidden through.

Luji faintly woke his neck in the late moon as he clutched to the table and wrapped his little hand around it with both hands. to Lumpur, who smiles as he endures the pain,

"Takun......"

In both eyes of the deep moon, tears accumulate.

"I'm sorry to be alone..."

"Yeah. Your brother..."

Lunshi answers faintly.

The deep moon nodded as if it was overwhelming to the senses, and looked up at this one with his nagging eyes,

"Thank you, thank you..."

The high school guy also bows his head with a complicated look at whether he has figured out the situation.

Yusuke waved at them,

"I just happened to pick it up. He's the one who took care of Ryuji over there. It would have sucked if it wasn't for him. If you appreciate it, leave it that way."

The girl who was told the story looks annoyingly at this one.

Ever since I entered the infirmary, this one, I've been standing in my room looking to avoid my surrounding attention. Now he's got a lot of gaze, and he's acting restless, as if he's looking for a getaway.

"Oh, you know... thanks. Really..."

The girl nodded small, as she had taken root, in the words of the late moon, which came to the front and spoke with a broken knee.

Look at a girl like that.

(No, I need to think about this guy...)

I've had a physical exam, but I can't throw it out on my own. Even if you think about your relationship with Lunshi, it would be best if you let him stay with you.

"Mi......"

Late moon, calling and mouthwatering.

I have a boyfriend next door. Instead of being careful, I said it back in a spirit of avoiding trouble.

"Fujino, can I take care of him?

"Huh..."

A bewildered voice returns.

Deep Moon dropped his gaze, hiding his expression only for a moment, then raised his face.

"... Yes. Leave it to me."

I nodded with a lonely grin, like I'd given up something.

I was curious about the condition, but Yusuke kept talking for now.

"You can count on me, so use it to see Lunshi. You don't know either. Listen to me if anything happens."

The second half is a word for girls. Just looking up at this one for a moment, no reply.

A high school man looked at Lunch, who looked sick, and said anxiously.

"Um, Doctor, is Ryuji okay?

Makura broke the silence that had been going on for so long that she grinned.

"Don't worry. Rest assured."

"... Really..."

The man exhales in relief.

Makura's smile was full of warmth that reassured people, his side, Yusuke was silent.

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At the next day's meeting, the advice, the pictures of the garrison were helpful. The facades of the meeting rooms turn in turn the sights shown on the digital camera monitors. They all had a sinking face, and they were holding it together.

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When I finished looking through one street, my sigh leaked out of no-one.

"Holy shit..."

The middle-aged man who accompanied him at the logistics center, the president of the procurement squad, snaps as he holds his forehead.

Nobody else tries to talk. I don't know what to tell you.

"You really don't know where you're going?

to the questions directed,

"We're using the river to get around. I have no idea."

Yusuke answers briefly.

As rapporteur, Yusuke was sitting in one of the chairs in the conference room. In the distant face, Makura and the chairman, Mizubashi, also sit.

Makura saw the sight of the monitor before this one, silently putting his hands together and dropping his gaze on the table the whole time. It's like it's not here.

Because Makura is in such good shape, other humans have to get dark too. The rescue we thought would come soon is gone. It was difficult to find hope.

The chairman, Mizubashi, takes the pronunciation, and for the first time, he falls on the other agenda. Reports of each squad and approval of work will be proceeded with administratively. Only time went by, unable to wipe out the dark air.

Once the agenda is in place, there is once again a painful silence.

To the lid, one of the members told me to come up with a name.

"What do you mean, ask Takemura to find out where the militia is going? Or have them find somewhere else safe. If I can get to the base by myself, I might be fine elsewhere..."

Before Yusuke answered, Makura reacted.

"It's dangerous."

Slowly raise your face and start talking pale.

"No matter how much Takemura, in his actions alone, he doesn't know what will happen. Whatever your destination is, you should minimize going outside unless you need to."

"... but I can't help it as it is"

Another guy leaks a frustrating voice. It was a rare reaction. Makura's control is becoming ineffective.

"Wasn't it a mistake waiting for rescue here in the first place? I knew where it was. If you move early......"

"Even with some sacrifice, we might have been able to rendezvous. It may not have been left here..."

Neither does the waterbridge interception work, and the debate boils down.

The president raised his hand and blocked it, waving the story here.

"What do you think? As someone who saw the scene, do you think they could have moved?

Yusuke thought a little and answered.

"... I guess I can't. The city is too long. At first, even two or three zombies can't get rid of them right away, and the sound hits them and they stop by indefinitely. Isn't it hard for a sourcing squad man not to be five or six times what he is now? There are women and children... well don't die half of them"

In Yusuke's words, silence spreads as if he had been showered with cold water.

The president nodded lightly and told him to make his surroundings listen.

"There's nothing I can do about it right now. Let's think about what we're going to do."

Even so, no one can come up with a plan.

There is no policy, only time flies by.

It was time to cut the meeting, and Makura, who was nagging, opened her mouth.

"... Fortunately, it's stable now, so I'm going to wait to hear from the militia. I'm going to have a hard time with the procurement team..."

"Oh, I'll take care of that there. If you go out about once or twice a month, I'll give you some time to prepare."

"Regards"

Makura bows her head deeply to the president's eagle-fried words.

It was hard to say that everyone was convinced, but for one thing the meeting ended.

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As the members left, Yusuke called off the president, saying he needed to talk.

As he loses one of his injuries from the conference room, the president turns his gaze to Yusuke as he lowers his back again.

"So, what? Talk."

Yusuke took the binder out of the bag and put it on his desk. He said as he opened it.

"I think we should move to an outdoor center"

"Outdoor center?

"Look at this."

What I handed over was a brochure with an introduction to the city's outdoor activity center, something I had previously found in the Tourism Division in the government building.

The president who receives it turns the page with interest.

Yusuke began to talk after making sure he looked through one street.

"As you can see, the humans here can accommodate well. It's so far from the city. There are lodges, campsites and water fields. Machines and tools. I don't have much food, but I also carry food."

The president's gaze rises. That was a lot of ridiculous expression. Yusuke's words contain more information than just looking at the brochure.

To answer that question, Yusuke said.

"Before I got here, this is where I was going to personally use it. There's a lot of stuff for self-sufficiency."

The president nodded lightly, but I could see all sorts of questions floating inside of it. I suppose you're uncomfortable that in a confused situation, you were prepared to do just that alone.

I was worried about whether I should reveal myself as Yusuke, but the forthcoming proposal required the assumption that the center was safe, that there were facilities for a large number of people to live in, and that I was confirming that.

The president seemed to have drunk his doubts for a moment and returned to the matter so that nothing was going on.

"But that's a lot abrupt. I thought you said it was dangerous earlier. Why do you think we should move? What brings you all the way out here?

"In the spring, zombies might start wandering outside again"

Did the president also have a head about the possibility, he didn't show any particular upset, and he rubbed his jaw, Hmm.

Yusuke continues his words.

"I don't know why the zombies are pulling indoors, but it wasn't until it got cold anyway. Then I might be back on the street in the spring. When that happens, food collection from the city gets tough. If I'm stuck here, I won't hold it until the next winter."

Yusuke can't support food on his own, and he's not going to. This population needs to be self-reliant.

The president put on his arms, looked sinister and showed him how to think about it for a while.

"I hate to think about it..."

With a dark voice,

"Sure, there's a chance there won't be any more rescue coming. If the zombies come out there, will they starve to death? I see. Why didn't you tell me at the meeting earlier?

"I thought it might be best to talk to you. When it comes to moving everyone to the mountains, we have to get an advance team out first and secure a route to the mountains, but the job comes around to the procurement squad anyway. If you say no, we can't move."

"Hmm..."

The advance party is the most dangerous role to make decisions about whether the unit can be moved. If you say you don't like the person responsible for it, it doesn't matter how much you convince the others.

However, the real thing about Yusuke is that he didn't want to stand out by saying anything stranger than that at the conference.

I can't stand out anyway, considering my own, zombie-free characteristics. If I find out, I'll be in trouble. I was as adult as I could think of it that way, but the fact that the rescue was far away made me unable to say so either.

So as a next good measure, I was going to hide the president's group. I also accompany him at the logistics center and he is quite fellowship. How much better than to stand out evil within a steering committee.

The president raised his face and asked a question.

"Even if we moved to that outdoor center, wouldn't that change the food problem?

"The crops that are likely to become seeds are carried. I also have a field for experiences. We're gonna have to spread that out and farm it to death. If you can't, it's over."

"Agricultural..."

The president laughs bitterly with his chin. I realized once again that I was in an unbelievable situation, with such a look.

Yusuke continued the conversation.

"... well, isn't it easier to procure food than here? All you have to do is move over the mountains and look for less zombies at the foot. If you stay here, you'll be completely immobile."

"Sure. This is the middle of the city."

The president said, looking at the brochure, to tear it up.

"... If a zombie doesn't come out, it might not hurt to keep moving. From what I can see in this brochure, it looks better over there as a place to live. You want to make one in the village?

Yusuke shrugs his shoulders.

"When I saw it before, there was also a heavy machine in the middle of the creation in the back. If you can use it, use it."

This is where I used to dump trash from all over the city.

The president's eyes shine with curiosity.

"Is that a backhoe?

"I don't know the name...... I wonder if there was one that looked like a shovel car"

"Oh, that's it. Right...... With a heavy machine, you can do a lot of things."

The president's eyes dazzle the sky. Perhaps you are thinking about the proposed modification of the outdoor centre.

Eventually, my gaze returned. Looks like we've decided to clean it up from the problem in front of us.

"Back to earlier, securing the route is a challenge. It's pretty far away. Can we move safely?

"I'm thinking about using the river. Look at the map."

A finger shows the topography of the map spread over the table. A river runs by the city hall to the foot of the mountain.

"Travel by boat to find a safe place to land. There are few houses from there to the outdoor center. Secure the route with the advance team and set up the other side. Contact is wireless. When you're ready to accept, move the people over here in order. If you expect rescue, you can wait until the end of the line. If you don't come, start moving. Just so you know I moved to the mountains."

"What are we gonna do with the ship?

"I'll look for that over here. Pray you find me in the vicinity."

To the words, the president had a manly grin.

"Do you mean to take on the danger even that way... All right, fine. Include Sasaki as well. I think I'll boil down the plan and go to a meeting. Whether you want to do it or not, you better have more options."

Yusuke nodded expressionlessly to the president's words.

If you're willing to make a mistake, that's fine. Yusuke is just looking for a ship. The details were meant to make me a City Hall person.

The zombie intelligence body I saw on college campus blurred my head all the time.

(Should we talk... no)

I feel threatened with my intelligence body because Yusuke is not attacked by a normal zombie, so it doesn't change how dangerous it is for other humans. The man is a threat, but I'm guessing that's because he's a cop. Physical ability is not in the wrong digits.

Even where the presence of the intelligent body has been revealed, measures are difficult to put in place. It is also unclear to what extent wisdom will work.

And this one will be searched for why he knows that and his painless belly. If there was a tape showing the sight of the execution, it would be quick to talk, but I didn't want to get close to campus.

Plus, it's hard to get a high estimate of the threat and get back on the road to an outdoor center.

If this city hall is attacked, there are far more of them. There will be no annihilation. Just like an impala with a herd, an outside individual standing in defense is eaten.

Rather, an advance party out of the city has a better chance of being attacked. As for Yusuke, that was more convenient.

The Procurement Squad is highly combatant. Two or three of the sacrifices, we might reduce the number over there. If that's not the leader's president, it's your word. Whatever you want, you can offer one of the small guns. A former self-defense officer, Sasaki, would be able to use it.

(You can teach me how to shoot this one too...)

Conditions of exchange for one of the two cloves would not be rejected. I don't have any concerns about handing over force, but I want to increase my combat power.

With that in mind, Yusuke opened his mouth.

"I'm talking about zombies."

"What?

"On my way to the garrison, I saw a weird guy. Unlike other zombies, he was wandering on the road. I didn't realize this way, but I was also using it as a weapon with a broken bar. When you go out there, keep in mind that some guys are like that."

"Hmm...? Okay. We'll be careful."

So the conversation ended for a moment.

◇

The consultation of the plan with Sasaki was prolonged, and it was not until nightfall that I headed to the infirmary.

Knock on the door to see what happened to the surgery, but no response.

(Are you asleep? Electricity is......)

Open the door and enter the infirmary, which remains bright.

It was deserted inside.

With so many people in and out, Ryuji has already been moved to another room.

The door to the holding room was slightly open, so knock lightly, then glance inside.

In a dark room, cabinets, work desks, and small refrigerator contours melt. In the back, in the folded blankets and groceries, there was also a mat. There are no signs of people.

(Return or...)

In an attempt to return the blemishes, my eyes caught on the work desk.

Mixed with notes and paperwork, there were a number of empty packaging sheets rolling around. I look familiar in the silhouette. Before I went to the garrison, it was the same thing I saw during counseling in Makura.

I'll take one of them, and I'll look at the light coming through the door. It looked like a tablet, not a capsule, and on a silver sheet, Yusuke's unfamiliar name was written in Katakana.

(Sure, he said sleeping pills...)

In that amount, Yusuke became suspicious.

Looking around, looking at the medicines organized in the cabinet, Yusuke thinks. Most of the drugs here would be support supplies from the militia. The fact that there is a doctor may have provided more variety.

(How dare the militia put sleeping pills in emergency support supplies?... Where did you bring this from? Are you sure it's a sleeping pill in the first place? Guess it's not a bad pill)

I may have gathered the medicines that happened to be in the City Hall, but I feel uncomfortable nonetheless. Sleeping pills are just like putting them by the bedside, not as personal items, but as a lot to carry around.

(Or do you always have to be a doctor... there will be night shifts or something)

Fortunately, I know the name of the medicine. Looking slowly into the holding room, wondering if it was also a pharmacopoeia, I found something unfamiliar in the cabinet.

It was a different object, with only cut pet bottles, rubber bags and tubes in the mouth, machined with plastic tape and connected to each other.

(What the hell)

The cabinet was not locked. Take it in your hand and touch it carefully. It seems to be in the process of being created, but in a pump-like motion, the rubber bag was in a swelling mechanism.

I've been observing the movement for a while, and I thought of it. Undressed, but manual respirator. If you look closely, there were other similar handmade medical devices. Some things are unknown, like coupling a syringe to a glass bottle.

(Are you making your own... I guess I should have had one of these)

From the garrison, he had appropriately brought a box of medicines on his eyes. The appliances were bulky and unknown to use and distant.

Return the artificial respirator and shift your gaze elsewhere.

On the desk were scattered a number of notebooks and binders. Take some and have a full view.

There was also a list of drugs' supplies, but the name alone did not give details. There are also flu control instructions to the ambulance team and memoirs. Others were more or less human medical records in the city hall, summarized in fifty tones order, along with medical questionnaires such as history, which they had heard in counseling.

Properly looking through, one of the notebooks found Lunshi's treatment plan. By the way, it is carefully considered across dozens of pages in running writing, mixing non-Japanese words and diagrams as well. In it, I found that there was not enough of the necessary goods at all. The disturbed handwriting seemed to show signs of Makura's distress.

Closed the note, Yusuke sighed.

Makura's hard work as a doctor made her feel bad about imitating herself like a searcher.

(... I don't care about the medicine... put it back)

At that time, he was accidentally called out.

"Looking for something...?

Yusuke turned to the faint voice.

I heard that voice from the back of the holding room, which I thought was deserted until now.

Around the voices, when I glanced at the darkness of the cabinet, my white, thin hands looked faint. And the shadow of a skirt that spreads across the floor.

It was Makura. They were sitting in the shadows.

(Whoa, whoa... you've been here forever)

Yusuke was stiff for a while, but slowly put his notebook on his desk,

"Sorry. I knocked, but I didn't respond... I came to ask you what's going on with Lunshi's surgery."

…………

"... you okay?

…………

I don't get a response.

I walk over suspiciously.

What caught my eye at the tip of the roundabout was Makura's appearance, which was completely weak and frayed by the wall. The white coat is not put together. In a sweater and long skirt personal clothes, the sides are hidden in the hair and the expression cannot be questioned.

"... Hey?

At the foot of the sitting Makura, a reduced syringe of contents was rolling unwrought.

"... you..."

When Yusuke was out of line, Makura laughed with a tickle just at his mouth.

"... it's just a sedative... Wait a minute... I'll be up in a minute..."

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With a blurry whisper beside Makura, Yusuke leaned on the floor and took the syringe. blind to the light.

The syringe contains the drug name and precautions for use. It seems to be a special syringe to be used with the drug enclosed from the beginning. The needle had a cap on it, leaving about 70% milky liquid.

"Something... I'm writing something dramatic."

"Right......"

"Are you sure you're okay?

"I'm a doctor...... The limit is… it's too much."

The response becomes clearer and clearer.

They were using sedatives, so-called consciousness-lowering drugs, instead of sleeping pills.

Yusuke sighed and put the syringe back.

"... ok. That's not what I'm saying. Do as you please. That's good, but does Lunch look like he should have surgery?

There is no answer.

As Yusuke was in a hurry,

"... you know, if you need anything, I'll get it. I'm ready, and I want you to tell me as soon as possible."

Makura looked up slowly. The sleepy expression was even gentle.

"You can't operate..."

"... what?

Makura told me to whisper.

"I've given it a lot of consideration...... it's too risky. No echo, no CT... no tests, nothing. I haven't even seen an inflammatory response. What will you do if you open your stomach and find another cause...? Where there's nothing like this? What if you have massive bleeding? What if there's an infection? How to deal with complications?

Makura continued with a fine, trembling voice as she looked up at Yusuke's face as she was eating.

"I'm not a disaster dispatcher. I'm not even a veteran. I was at the university hospital. I have knowledge, and I know how to use the equipment. If it's a shake in the operating room, I wear it. But I don't have that kind of training, like doing surgery in a timely environment and tools, without materials. I have no experience either...... I can't..."

Words can be taken.

Makura nodded and stared at the floor.

Silence dominated the scene for a while.

Yusuke sat at his desk and thought about what Makura meant by words, but eventually opened his mouth.

"... for example, is it possible to leave him like this and get better? You don't have to operate to die?

…………

Makura stays nagging and doesn't try to keep her eyes peeled.

The answer was obvious.

"... then you have to do it"

To Yusuke's twinkle, Makura takes the floor sedative with a blurry look.

I opened my mouth, holding it flat in my hand.

"... what do you want from me? Strong leader? Competent doctor?

Like a curse, words leak out.

"... do you know how I usually feel sitting in that chair...? Please, don't come injured or sick, that's all I'm praying for. Because there's more to me right now than I can handle. But I can't say that. Because it's my job to reassure you around with a smile, and it's what you're expected around.... hand-warming, it's been here forever. At least until the rescue arrives, I'm going to support you all. But that, too, is already..."

Words trembled and broken.

Makura covered her face with her hands and said in tears.

"I'm sorry...... Let me down, sorry...... But I'm afraid. It's what kills me... In front of Fujino-san, we're going to bury her."

Yusuke was silenced by the words that were revealed.

Reminds me of when I met him. Even at the burial of the old man, he could not see the eyes of his family and the figure of Makura, who was alone on a bench in the shade of a tree. Think, ever since then, I've probably been scared of all sorts of things.

Its Makura is now gripping and shivering sedatives like amulets.

He looked as if he had been crushed by the heavy pressures as a leader, the unrescaped reality, an untreatable child, something like that. I don't see myself anywhere as a doctor. There's just a young woman trembling.

(I knew I couldn't do it, but that's it...)

I guess the mental thing is bigger that you can't operate. Until the rescue arrived, it broke.

(or...)

Yusuke is also responsible for Lunshi's injuries. If you don't have a doctor, I'm right in front of you. It wasn't even easy to give up.

Yusuke remained silent for a while, but eventually he rose from his desk and said.

"Okay. Can you do it where the equipment is?

"It's..."

to confused Makura,

"Take him to the appropriate hospital operating room. Do something about the electricity. So what do you say?

Makura's mouth snaps, as if she heard a joke that didn't even clap.

"What... I'm unscrupulous"

"Even if you're impotent, you do it. Don't you have any idea?

Makura was about to utter some objection, but, to the lid, the movement stopped.

The eyes hidden in the forehead are faintly opened, and the gaze is blurred, as if looking somewhere far away, not this one. It was such a look, as if you noticed something you forgot.

"... what?

…………

Not even answering Yusuke's surprise, he drops his gaze on the floor and starts thinking with the look he comes up with.

After a while I looked up and asked this way.

"... how do you get around?

"The old man at Kudo's...... call the leader of the procurement squad and rent a car. That's a tough defense, and I can put Lunch on every stretcher. You don't have to do anything if you get caught in a zombie on the way. I'll do it all. And cleaning inside the hospital."

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"It's me, you and Lunch. I will not inform the Commission. I can stop you anyway. Out in the night."

Makura was listening to them as she bit off her lips, but dropped her shoulders as she gave up.

"Really, you say it with confidence..."

"Don't think hard. You just have to worry about the surgery. How about that? Let's go."

After a short tour, Makura raised her face, as she consolidated her covert determination.

"If, but…, it is possible to go to my father's hospital…"

"... where is it?

"It's not that far. Closer than University Hospital...... I know on my own. Previously trained so you can also use emergency equipment"

So I cut the words, and I lay my eyes down in shame,

"And... maybe... but my father is still alive and he can help me..."

Yusuke did not pinch his words at Makura, who snapped like a snub.

It's unlikely that his father and he will be alive, and that's what Makura should know, but it was originally a reckless act. Anything was fine if you were willing to move.

"... well, shall we go see your father"

Makura nodded faintly after a brief silence, as if waiting for the words to stain her ears.