That morning, almost all of the Unit's personnel came out of the dorm, even those who had just come back from the night shift. Some were lounging on the bench outside the mess hall, or congregated in the assembly yard, while some were peeking from the window of the command center.
Wherever they were, their eyes were focused in one direction; the gate leading to the Deathzone.
"Ah, it's so sort..." one of the guides commented while looking out of the clinic's window. "I still want to see Zen..."
"He should be here again from time to time, right? Like...during resupply or whatever? It's not healthy to stay there for a long time, after all."
"Stuuupid," Yath said dryly, pursing his lips. "Don't you know Zen at all? He will probably stay there until everything is over, unless there's an emergency or something."
The guides let out a sigh, and just mumbled a silent prayer and a good luck to the masked man standing at the front of the group at the gate.
