Amidst the blood-stained streets and crumbling buildings of a world ravaged by the undead, Bright and Win find an unexpected connection between them. They discover that even amidst death's relentless grip, love can still thrive.
A Zombie Apocalypse...
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We walk out of the room to the computer machine. Bright moves the CPU of the machine that is facing it so that I can hide under the table, undetected by the lurking zombies outside the laboratory. I get under the table between it and the CPU. As we wait for the machine to start, Bright keeps looking outside the glass door, his eyes moving from one zombie to another.
"There are sixteen," he mutters.
"Are you planning to kill them?" I ask.
"Not really. If they are a threat to you, I might."
I don't know why. It's only him showing a bit of concern, and here I am, feeling butterflies once again. I might be infatuated for crying out loud. Yeah. I shouldn't be feeling like this!
I wait under the table, looking at how Bright starts the machine, and we see a bunch of files in it. He presses the cursor on the secured file, and it gives us five attempts to open it. It shows a face ID and password.
"This is the file," he says.
"Looks sus."
Bright snorts at my words, "It is sus."
Then he opens other files, and I watch as he skims through them.
"Here." he brings my attention to the monitor screen from his eyes. "Personal data about every scientist here."
"Can you take a printout of their faces?" I ask.
"Let me check the printer first." after making sure the printer is non-impact, so it won't generate any sound, he puts the whole file to print, and the photos come out. Then Bright shifts to the ground, sitting in front of me.
We look through the papers and separate the high-ranked scientists from the lower-ranked ones. Then I tear apart the photos of the high-ranked ones and give them to Bright, who gets up from the ground with the photos.
"Good luck," I say as Bright walks out of the glass door to look at all the sixteen zombies and recognise anyone. As he's gone, I take the walkie-talkie and speak to it.
"Hello. Over."
"Hello, Win! Over," says Film's voice from the other laboratory after a minute.
"We couldn't find the password in the security room either. But we are trying a new method now. We'll update you about it. Over." I say.
"Alright. We managed to find video clips of some victims tied to chairs. It concludes that the tests here were done to check whether the zombies react to the blood of other animals. Unfortunately or fortunately, no. It's only us. Human beings. Over."
