"Is there something special about this number?"
Lewis asked, confused.
"It's nothing. Just a personal matter."
Warren Rhodes rubbed his sore eyes.
He hadn't slept for days.
"Alright, Director Rhodes. I'll get right on it..."
When Lewis looked up, he saw that Warren Rhodes had already fallen asleep.
He quietly closed the door, trying his best not to disturb him.
'Everyone's been wiped out these past few days. Now that the acid rain has finally stopped, Director Rhodes deserves a temporary break...'
Barely forty minutes after Lewis had left,
Warren Rhodes startled awake.
The voice from before seemed to still be echoing in his mind:
First, the zombie virus is primarily transmitted through blood contact... Second...
"What's happening to me?"
Warren Rhodes muttered to himself.
He got up and poured himself a cup of strong tea. The cold liquid ran down his throat, clearing his head a little.
