Chapter 63: Abomination
The ones who greeted Dr. Samson with respect had a strange, almost fanatic glint in their eyes. Meanwhile, most of the others avoided eye contact entirely, keeping their heads bowed. The air was thick with an unspoken tension.
"It seems you're quite beloved," Zack said sarcastically.
Dr. Samson chuckled. "In times like these, people cling to anyone who can provide food and shelter. It's human nature. Now, shall we move on? The laboratory is just downstairs."
Dr. Samson remained overly friendly, but Zack was no fool. He'd seen the satellite images—this man was conducting some kind of horrific experiments. Even so, Zack followed him, playing along for now.
Dr. Samson led Zack down two flights of stairs to a dimly lit corridor. The walls were lined with panels of dark glass, preventing any view of what lay beyond. Zack's suit beeped softly in his ear. "Trace amounts of poison detected. Life support systems engaged. Air purified."
Zack sighed inwardly. 'So that's your plan, huh?'
Dr. Samson glanced back, oblivious to Zack's awareness. "By the way, Mr. Zack," he asked casually, "did you build that suit yourself?"
"Yes," Zack replied, his tone flat.
"Impressive," Dr. Samson said, nodding thoughtfully. "Very impressive."