Sakura crept forward, following the noise of the undead almost silently. Not that it did her much good. They seemed drawn to the scent of blood, or perhaps they had some way to track the patients or maybe just the living, who could say?
A child, half her age, shambled forward and Sakura was quick to dispatch it with her axes. Even if it was just a child, it was dead, only an enemy now. There was one more, she was sure, coming in from the kitchen. She threw the gerber this time, hitting an adult male between the eyes and dropping him to the ground. Gross, but effective. There wasn't time for delay anyway. She listened quietly for a few more moments before turning back to Sasuke.
"It's clear for now. I need to check your wound, then we can take a look around," she insisted, flicking the last bits of gore from her weapons before placing them at her hip again. She wasn't sure how much chakra she could use after that punch, but she'd do what she could.
The faucet in the kitchen was slow and rusty, but after letting it run for a bit, the water was clear. And at least it would be cleaner than whatever he was covered in now. She got a kitchen towel wet and returned to Sasuke's side.
"Hold still," she cautioned, tearing at the fabric near the wound before she pressed the rag to his neck. It looked like there was rot all over it. The infection would be awful if she didn't clean it well now. But as she pulled the rag away, bits of rotted tissue came with it. Not leftovers from some creature he'd defeated, but the skin around the wound itself seemed to actually be rotting away at the flesh around it. She nearly dropped the rag and had to bite back a startled gasp. Dammit! Just what was this?!
Inside Residence #7
A child, half her age, shambled forward and Sakura was quick to dispatch it with her axes. Even if it was just a child, it was dead, only an enemy now. There was one more, she was sure, coming in from the kitchen. She threw the gerber this time, hitting an adult male between the eyes and dropping him to the ground. Gross, but effective. There wasn't time for delay anyway. She listened quietly for a few more moments before turning back to Sasuke.
"It's clear for now. I need to check your wound, then we can take a look around," she insisted, flicking the last bits of gore from her weapons before placing them at her hip again. She wasn't sure how much chakra she could use after that punch, but she'd do what she could.
The faucet in the kitchen was slow and rusty, but after letting it run for a bit, the water was clear. And at least it would be cleaner than whatever he was covered in now. She got a kitchen towel wet and returned to Sasuke's side.
"Hold still," she cautioned, tearing at the fabric near the wound before she pressed the rag to his neck. It looked like there was rot all over it. The infection would be awful if she didn't clean it well now. But as she pulled the rag away, bits of rotted tissue came with it. Not leftovers from some creature he'd defeated, but the skin around the wound itself seemed to actually be rotting away at the flesh around it. She nearly dropped the rag and had to bite back a startled gasp. Dammit! Just what was this?!