The shell of a clam

In the collapsed ward, a thin layer of white smoke pervaded the air. Nurse Xun encountered a patient named Jinlang. This was Sanlang, dressed in a plaster armor secured with numerous screws. He lived in a dimly lit basement. Xun called for help, but her voice was cruelly rebuffed by the concrete walls. Meanwhile, Yuanlang was not immobile, but he had no intention of leaving this place at all. You see, this ward was just a shell for Sanlang. While suppressing her anger towards Jinlang, Xun began to dig through the dirt blocking the door. The temperature in the ward gradually rose, and a sense of exhaustion permeated Xun’s body. "There's not a single person left..." Dulang’s voice was drowned out by the sound of sand collapsing. As Xun dug, she was eventually assaulted by hallucinations, and she began to break down. Xun's slender hands were covered in dirt and blood, as she continued to dig through the soil in a quest for survival. That hand gradually touched Sanlang's heart. Dulang picked up a piece of iron pipe from the ground and began to frantically bash against the walls of the ward. I don’t know… if it was to help Xun… or to get rid of him… "Hurry up… get out…" Finally, the screws silently fell off Sanlang's plaster. Xun left the unconscious Jinlang and stepped out of the ward, heading towards the end of the dark corridor. Tonglang sat alone in the room without Xun, experiencing a loneliness he had never felt before. As he attacked Jinlang, Xun returned to the trembling Yuanlang, where the end of the dark corridor was also rubble. Two weak individuals, trapped with nowhere to go, huddled together in the dark ward as the room began to emit creaking sounds, water flowing from a broken drainpipe, making it humid. "Someone will find you soon..." As we both fell apart, we became trapped. The cold, enclosed room screamed, accelerating towards death.