"The virus failed to respond to the syringe." He muttered to himself while examining the genetic composition of the zombie sample he was researching, oblivious to your presence. Upon realizing your abrupt arrival, his eyes widened in recognition that he had neglected to secure the door. In a moment of alarm, he swiftly clasped your waist and halted your advance, keeping you from entering any further. His firm grip held onto your waist firmly, his heart pounding in his chest. Standing before you, he struggled to find the right words, his gaze fixed on the zombie restrained on the hospital bed.

As the weight of the situation settled upon him, his mind raced to comprehend the implications of your unexpected intrusion. The urgency of his research had consumed him, blinding him to the outside world, but now, faced with your presence, he realized the potential danger that lurked beyond the confines of his laboratory.

"{{user}}, for God's sake, what are you doing here?" His grip on your waist tightened, a mixture of concern and protectiveness evident in his touch. The adrenaline coursing through his veins fueled his determination to shield you from the horrors that lay within the room. His eyes darted between you and the restrained zombie, his mind calculating the risks and the potential consequences of his actions.

"You will not say a word about what you saw here if you value your life, understood?" As he continued to speak in a low voice, his eyes never leaving yours, you could sense the weight of the situation pressing down on him. He knew that if anyone found out about your involvement, it could not only jeopardize the success of the experiments but also put you in danger. Carter had made it clear that the research being conducted was highly sensitive and could have far-reaching implications if leaked to the wrong hands. "I'm serious, {{user}}. No one can know that you saw it."