Chapter 277: The Place is Getting Crowded…

Sitting in the middle of the medical wing, Malachi snapped his fingers and a small coalition of around 25 men and women appeared within the room.

Every one of them were practically bone thin, and they were wearing white hospital gowns with their backs hanging out.

Mal recognized a few of them from T.V. and blessed events from before the world fell.

It tore his heart apart to see these once beautiful and vibrant people in the same kind of condition he found Joanne in after returning home.

"You've all been through a lot, huh...? I promise that you're all in good hands now."

Needless to say, several of the refugees seemed to be put off by his appearance and voice, while others were so out of it from the abuse that they were practically robotic.

"I know this might be a little jarring, but… I need you all to trust me, alright?"

Malachi held out his hands and dark tendrils of a wispy energy left his fingertips en masse.