Zombie: Philippines - Bulacan (Under Revision [SLOW])

Prologue

Meycauayan, Bulacan
Two hours prior initial release

"So, Mr. Gonzales have you considered our agreement?" He was well hidden behind the shade of darkness.

"There is no agreement nor anything that I'll do for you!" the bounded man, named Rick Gonzales, screamed in protest. He struggled against his binds but it was useless.

"Now, now, Mr. Gonzales there is no need for any violence. We are merely businessmen discussing a major business opportunity." The man paused and stepped forward, revealing a distinctive scar that runs from his left cheek to his upper lip nearly looking like an animal bite, "I represent a company much like your employer. Hand over the product and I'll let you go and you'll be home, just in-time for dinner."
He leaned close to the bounded man, inched closer and whispered, "But if you don't.. I will slit your throat, right here, right now. Don't make me lose my patience Mr. Gonzales."

The man retreated a few steps and produced a cigarette and a lighter from his left jacket pocket and lit it.

Rick Gonzales spoke weakly. "You don't understand," he paused, "We thought it was working, but we were wrong. So wrong."

"Explain."
"They gave us a body." Rick continued, "But it wasn't human.. at least, not anymore. It looked like-"
"I'm not interested in the process, Mr. Gonzales." the man cut him off, "We have our own people for that, what I need right now are the actual samples."

"How do I know that you won't just kill me after I give it to you?"

"You don't," the man said, "but I'm getting impatient, Mr. Gonzales. We're on the clock here, so I suggest you give it to me, the sooner, the better."

"Fuck!"

"Hush, Mr. Gonzales, I'm gonna make a call." The man flicked the cigarette, took out his cellphone, and dialed a number.

Rick couldn't hear the response from the other line but the conversation was short. The man ended the call shortly after.

"The clock is ticking, Mr. Gonzales." The man said, "I've been ordered to execute you within the next 5 minutes if you do not comply with my request."

"Wait, wait, wait!" Rick pleaded, "Fuck!"
"Well?" The man said, "I'm waiting."
"If I give it to you," Rick asked, "You'll let me live?"
"Sure." The man replied, a little too quickly.
"Okay."
"Alright, now we're making some progress." the man said, "I'm going to cut off your binds, okay?"

The man did just that, he removed the binds and asked, "Well?"
"Follow me." Rick said, "It's just under my cubicle, in my personal safe."

Rick kneeled down and approached his box, before the man stopped him.
"Remember, Mr. Gonzales. No tricks." the man reminded him, "Open it, slowly."

He punched in his combination for the lock, the box opened with a soft hiss. There were 6 canisters inside, he removed all of them and laid them out on the table.

"This is all of them?" the man asked, inspecting the canisters. There are no labels, no distinct mark to tell them apart from each other. They all look the same, tinted and identical.
"Yes."
"There are no more other samples?" the man asked again, "Nothing else in this facility?"

"No," Rick replied, "I am the head researcher of the team, that's why I have the originals."
"No other copies?"
"None."
"Wonderful," the man said, he took out a taser pistol and shot him. "Goodbye, Mr. Gonzales, and thank you for your cooperation."

Those were the last words that Rick Gonzales heard before he passed out.