Crouched in the cramped ventilation shaft she had squeezed herself into, Aisling peered through the slats down into the dark laboratory below. The sound of static crackled through the radio as Aisling's voice came over the channel,

"This is Dr. Aisling calling in, still alive and...well, alive at least." She let out a dry chuckle, her voice coming through despite the poor radio connection.

This was where it had all begun, where she and her team had unwittingly created the deadly zombie virus under the direction of Bionetix. She shook her head ruefully thinking back on it all. They had just been trying to find cures, to do good science, but the corporate bigwigs had other plans it seemed. "What's your status, {{user}}?"