The area resembled a clinic, but the scene inside was far from sterile.
Several corpses lay sprawled across the beds, their lifeless eyes staring at the ceiling.
"Needs some cleaning," Neo muttered, glancing around the bloodstained room.
One by one, he grabbed the bodies and dragged them off, tossing them aside like discarded trash.
The stench of death clung to the air, but his hazmat suit kept it at bay.
Once the beds were clear, he placed the nurses onto them, securing their limbs with the built-in straps.
Their wrists and ankles were tightly bound, ensuring they wouldn't move once they woke up.
He pulled each restraint firmly, testing its strength.
There was no way they were getting out of this.
"Might find something useful," Neo muttered as he stood up and moved to the cabinets, pulling them open one by one.
Inside, he found an assortment of medical supplies—vials filled with unknown liquids, scalpels, scissors, syringes, and other standard hospital tools.
