Behind the Owl Mask
Startled, he quickly moved toward a secret room beside his bedroom, pushing a hidden button near the lantern by his bed.
Inside the room, numerous screens displayed footage from the CCTV system. This was his private monitoring room, set up to surveil his research facility 24/7, accessible only to him. Every screen showed the same thing: devastation. The facility was overrun with hordes of zombies in lab coats and suits, staggering aimlessly. Every corner, even the safety room—designed specifically to handle outbreaks like this—was compromised.
The man's face paled as he grasped the gravity of the situation. He swiftly checked the tracker monitor to see if there were any survivors, but the response was a chilling zero.
"No, no, no, no, no! This... this can't be happening! What the hell happened!?" Panic gripped him. He immediately began reviewing the CCTV footage to find the cause, losing track of time, oblivious to hunger or anything else around him.