CHAPTER TEN
JAXThe examining room smells of harsh chemicals, disinfectant, and mustiness. The walls are a crisp white that reflect the atmosphere of the place: sterile. I sit on a metal table, waiting for the good doctor to examine me. Although I’m mute, my toes fidget restlessly. These past five days have been full of anticipation, but finally, the hiatus is over. They have contained the disease. At what cost, I choose not to think. Tomorrow, Monday, I’ll enter the Zoo beginning my adventure.
Abruptly, the door to the room bursts open and a doctor walks in. “It’s wonderful to meet you,” the man says, sticking his hand out for me to shake. He has dark skin and gray eyes. Calm energy radiates off him, and immediately I am at ease.
“Likewise,” I say shaking his hand.
“You are brave to do
