Xu Ningyu’s silence over the past weeks had lulled me into a false sense of security.
So when the woman in the building opposite signaled for help, I didn’t hesitate.
She stood at her window, holding an infant swaddled in blankets. Written on the glass in lipstick were the words: "Baby fever! Need medicine!"
After discussing it with Tian Tian, our hearts couldn’t bear to let a child suffer. We decided to send some medicine via drone under cover of darkness that night.
Under the cloak of night, Tian Tian and I secured medicine and food to the drone and sent it out.
Cautious, I deliberately flew a longer route, approaching the woman’s window from a different direction.
En route, we spotted another drone launching from an upper floor of our building. It also carried supplies and hovered at the woman’s window.
In the bleakness of the apocalypse, such acts of kindness deeply moved Tian Tian and me.
The woman retrieved the medicine and food. She glanced nervously back inside her apartment, tied something to the drone’s tail, and sent it back.
Her fearful demeanor suddenly struck me as odd.
If a child was sick, shouldn’t she be frantic? What was she afraid of?
Instinct kicked in. Instead of recalling my drone, I flew it higher, landing it on the rooftop of the adjacent building.
But the other drone flew straight back towards its point of origin on our building.
The next moment, the woman at the window slumped backward against the glass and slid down.
Blood smeared the window in streaks. I grabbed the binoculars.
Xu Ningyu emerged from the shadows, holding the infant.
He opened the window. Waved toward our building. Then dropped the infant.
My blood ran cold. We were screwed!