It was about 15 minutes before the men in white Hazmat suits opened Zach’s door and came in. They took vitals and recorded them in a notebook. They asked Zach if he had any contact with the perished and Zach confirmed that he had not, after taking blood one of them went outside and after a while he came back and told Zach that he did not have the Dreadnought disease but he most likely just has the common cold and it should pass in a few hours. They packed up and started to leave

“Thank you” Zach called after them

“Don’t thank me, thank yourself” said the guy that went out to the patrol to check Zach’s blood.

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Confused Zach sat there pondering what he said. After a couple of hours Zach felt that he could stand now so he went out and got ready for the scheduled caravan of food. As he waited he felt something inside of him change. He couldnt put his finger on it, but just then the caravan came into sight. He got ready and wrapped his cloak around himself. Waiting for the right moment Zach saw him. There was a guy on a horse riding with the caravan. Realizing his opportunity to snach the food is almost over Zach dashed out but something caught his eye. The guy on the horse had turned and was looking at Zach. Not looking where he was running, Zach ran right into the corner of the last truck, bounced off of it, and promptly fell face first onto the ground stunned. Somebody called halt on the caravan and the next thing Zach knew, he was being cuffed and thrown into the back of the truck.