Chapter 62: Dr. Samson
Zack froze, his expression twitching. "Did I seriously design this suit just for you to feel comfortable farting?!"
"Relax, I was just joking." Erza grinned mischievously.
"Whatever. As long as you're happy," Zack muttered, shaking his head as he headed back to the basement. Just then, Ego's voice cut in.
"Sir, the LSI satellite has captured clear images of survivors at the laboratory. Would you like to review them?"
Zack glanced at the satellite footage projected by Ego. On the screen was an older man, likely in his late forties or early fifties. He had a scholarly aura, his tall frame clad in a pristine white lab coat. Gold-rimmed glasses perched elegantly on his hooked nose added a refined touch to his demeanor.
But that wasn't what caught Zack's attention. Behind the man stood seven or eight armed survivors, holding a mix of shotguns and rifles. However, it was the two hulking figures flanking them that drew Zack's focus. Neither human nor zombie, they looked like grotesque amalgamations of human and animal parts, haphazardly stitched together into monstrous forms.
Ego's voice chimed in. "Samson Edward, commonly referred to as Dr. Samson. Formerly the chief physician at Bellevue Hospital"
"Yale alumnus with dual doctorates in surgery and physiology," Ego continued. "It is likely he's developed some form of biological modification technology."
Zack eyed the two monstrosities in the image. "Those things are definitely not natural," he muttered. The thought clicked. These creatures were the reason Dr. Samson dared to establish a base in the city center—a hub teeming with zombies.