Path of the Dead - Working Title

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Across all of the monitors, the Chairman watched the scene that was the surface of the city. He watched as most of the zombies were slowly beginning to migrate to one central location, but he had no eyes on the area that they were heading, so he sat there patiently waiting, hoping that it wasn't anything serious that was calling to them. He looked over at the smallest screen to his right that had a series of numbers scrolling across the screen, "We've apparently have hit the 'Down time' portion of this little experiment." He sat back in the chair and reclined the chair back a bit and did what he could to relax while they waited for something "fun' to happen.

The Director continued to quietly communicate with his troops on the surface, gathering what information he could from them in order to piece together a proper report to the Chairman. As he did so, he took a look at the rest of the personnel within the room to find out how they were managing to pass the time.

The Elder and the Advisor have been talking back and forth, they've been doing so ever since the Chairman agreed to the Advisor's suggestion to destroy the city and all of its remaining inhabitants if they get attacked and there is one remaining survivor. The Advisor seemed to be in a little bit of a better mood, but something has been eating her since they had entered the city five years ago. It was apparent that both the Advisor and the Director both have deep connections with this city. However, while the Director is trying to do what he can to save the city, especially from the White Dragons, the Advisor wants nothing more than the destruction of this city.

And neither of them are wrong to think what they wish: Salvation or Damnation.

The Councilmen, however, is beginning to look uneasy. Whether it's been cooped up within this single room while the "Home" has been slowly getting destroyed by the zombies that were right outside the door, or that they told him what they were here to do when he was still dripping wet behind the ears with this company. But whatever it was, it was hitting him rather hard.

And the scientist....well, he was still dead on the floor.

He was getting scared. When he joined "Towers Inc." nowhere on the contract said anything about creating a live strand to a zombie virus, or possibly leveling an entire city because one of the members had a bit too many screws loose in their head because this city has given them some bad memories. He had to tell the remaining citizens in the city. But how? Ever since the outbreak, they have been stuck in this room and have been unable to leave to do anything. The air in here was beginning to grow stale and there appeared to be no ventilation within the room, so for what he could tell, he had three options: The first option is that he makes a break for it and get killed by the Advisor like the Scientist did or he managed to get out and killed by the zombies. The Second option, he could try and stop the plan from ever getting out of this room and save the remaining survivors....and this time fight the Advisor AND the Director. And the third option was to stay here and die from the eventual Carbon Dioxide poisoning. Either option lead to him dying, the only question was...which would be the more humane?

"Councilman?"

The Councilman didn't hear the voice as his thoughts were beginning to take control over his mind.

"Councilman." The voice was sterner.

The Councilman snapped back into reality and looked around and saw that the Director was standing in front of him with what he believed to be a look of concern under that mask of his. His voice trembled for a moment before he was able to speak, "Y—Yes, Director?"

"Are you ok? You don't seem to be looking well."

The Councilman couldn't speak, He didn't know what to say. He knew that he shouldn't openly discuss his thoughts with the Director, especially when it involved rebellion and betrayal to them in order to save the people on the surface. He was in a state of panic in his mind, but was doing everything within what was left of his power to keep it contained when he felt the Director placed his shoulder on the Councilman's shoulder.