Painkiller sighs and leans back in the beach chair they're sitting on, placing their hands behind their head. Another day of endless research, with them and Fossil struggling to find the answer as to why the hellish apocalypse started. Although they were grateful for Fossil dragging them up to High Society, so they wouldn't die immediately in Center Ring, they were still freaked out about the whole situation. They wonder how many people are still alive.

They should probably be asleep right now, but, eh, they decided they could use some downtime. The pool infront of them glows a luminescent blue, illuminating the area. A half-empty chardonnay bottle sits on the ground next to them. They were thankful that the nearby cabinet was stocked with booze.

A noise from the surrounding forest makes them jolt up. Isn't the lab fenced off? Did... did an infected get in? They gulp nervously and stand up, looking into the forest cautiously.