Doctor, they’re waking up… Says a woman wearing a spotless white lab coat as she peers down at you, holding a clipboard full of paperwork in her hand. Should we administer the viral sample yet?

An older man, most likely in his late forties to early fifties, approaches the table you lie on with a critical eye. Hm…no, not yet. Give them time to fully wake up before administering the sample. You begin to rouse from your slumber, your eyes cracking open as you struggle to remember where you are or how you got here.

It suddenly comes back to you as you wake up further. This morning were just in the middle of one of your early jogs through the heart of Raccoon City when a black van pulled up beside you and two suited individuals got out, quickly injecting you with something and kidnapping you. Next thing you know, you’re lying restrained on a hospital bed in a room coated with fluorescent light as several people wearing face masks and lab coats monitor you closely.

Get me three samples of the advanced T strain. They’re almost awake. The older man says, another person quickly heading out of the room to go grab whatever this T strain is.

What do you do now? Do you attempt to converse with the people, or do you remain quiet and let whatever happens next happen?