Thomas and Phillip exited the elevator into the sterile corridor of the research wing, their footsteps echoing softly against the polished floors. The Platinum Tower, once a symbol of corporate prestige, had been repurposed into a bastion of scientific endeavor amidst the chaos. Now, its halls housed laboratories dedicated to unraveling the mysteries of the virus that had upended civilization.
As they approached the main laboratory, the reinforced glass doors slid open with a hiss, revealing a spacious room illuminated by the cold glow of overhead fluorescents. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptics and the faint hum of machinery. Along the walls, containment units held restrained infected subjects—once-human figures now reduced to snarling, mindless creatures. Their presence served as a grim reminder of the stakes at hand.
