Nedved opened his eyes once again, twenty-four hours had already passed.
He slept so deeply and for so long, if not for the faint rise and fall of his chest, he would have almost been mistaken for a cold corpse.
He struggled to sit up, gradually regaining his senses, and found himself in a place that seemed very familiar. Upon closer inspection, it was the basement of the "fortress" he had built with his own hands.
However, the mountains of clutter had been mostly cleared, making room for a spacious area.
The basement of the large house in the United States was also quite large, with four or five rooms serving different functions.
The washing machine in the basement roared, steam filled the bathroom, and the home's water pump was working, drawing groundwater.
A survivor with wet hair pushed open the bathroom door, wearing warm, clean clothes taken from the dryer, and wore a refreshed expression of relief on his face.
