Julius had no idea when the exit would be opened or when the government would even arrive.
All he knew was that in two hours, the only thing separating the monsters from the researchers would be empty air.
Did he want to see them die?
Truthfully, Julius did not care what happened to the researchers here. "You reap what you sow." The phrase fit perfectly. They had touched research they were never meant to touch, and now they were paying the price for it.
Yet the question remained.
What was different in this run?
In the future he remembered, Zima-12 had burned down nine years from now. That meant it had survived this catastrophe, at least for the time being.
So did that mean Zima-12 would endure this incident as well?
Or was this something unique to this life alone?
"...."
Julius rushed ahead of Zima-12's bloody halls.
"Professor Mikhailovna…"
Standing in his path was a professor who used to hand him a cup of coffee every morning.
