It’s okay, it’s not mine. Breathe. Just breathe.
Slow it down. Don’t look at Jones, or the others. Don’t look.
The explosion, I’ll bet it was that problem with the gas supply that we reported.
Never mind! Work the problem. The virus is in the air now. The lab is sealed, so I can’t get out. Help will be coming, but I don’t know when.
I count six dead bodies around me. The virus only works on necrotic tissue. Twenty minutes from mortality till reanimation. How long was I unconscious?
Oh!
Jones’ hand just moved…