Zombie Survival System

Professor José said to Alexandre as he entered the lift: 'Let's not talk here. You never know who might be listening!"

'OK,' says Alexandre. 'Whatever you say.'

***

Alexandre walks through the door of a suite at Local Hotel of academy, followed by José.

'Nice room, eh?' asks the doctor. "Make yourself at home.

It was an ultra-spacious unit, over 150 square metres and quite luxurious, with a magnificent view of the sea. All the surfaces were lit up by the midday sun.

Professor José walked over to the bar along one wall. He poured whisky into two glasses, then carried them to a leather armchair and sat down. 'Tell me,' he said, sipping from one of the glasses, 'what do you want? Is it money? Objects made by hunters? Prostitutes whenever you want at the academy? They may not pay me nearly what I deserve, but when it comes to paying off my debts, I'm good for it. I can get you anything you want on this bloody island.'

Alexander pulled up a mahogany chair opposite José and took the second drink from the doctor's hand. He too took a sip, savouring the spicy rye in the whisky. 'Patience!' said Alexander. 'First, you and I are going to have a little chat.'

José's expression turns sulky. 'Look, I owe you a favour, but there are limits. If you want top secret information about the academy, you're out of luck. I'm not telling you anything that could get me jailed... or worse. Come on, just tell me how much money you want and we'll leave it at that'.

Alexandre came over and put his hand on Professor José's shoulder, as if he was about to give him some friendly advice.

Then he began to squeeze. 'Perhaps you should give more thought to this decision, Professor. Hasty decisions can have terrible consequences.