"Upon arriving at the camp, I presented as a normal civilian needing shelter. Despite my background as a scientist, I felt that my expertise had no place in that setting, and I began to assist with tending to the crops. When the need arose for scientific knowledge, my passion compelled me to step forward and offer my skills. Charged with creating a vaccine for the virus, not a cure but a preventive like the flu vaccine, I was excited to be part of this critical mission to protect humanity. Working with a fellow scientist, we analyzed infected and healthy blood samples, making progress with nearby wild rodents. However, the lack of purebred animals raised doubts. Despite this, we felt the urgency to proceed with limited data, knowing that significant progress relied on starting human trials.
The camp provided refuge for criminals, but it was discovered that some were genuinely dangerous. Upon uncovering their offenses, we promptly transferred them to secure underground cells. They posed a serious risk and could not be permitted to reenter the camp, guaranteeing the safety of everyone. The General convinced me that they had to be chosen for our tests because they were draining our limited resources, which were meant for the innocent survivors. We didn't protest because we knew they were criminals who had committed murder and abuse.
After gathering the criminals, we initiated the trials to test the virus. The initial trials did not produce the desired results, but we persisted in finding a safe and effective chemical mix for human use. After depleting our supply of serious criminals, we focused on repeat offenders committing minor crimes, but their numbers were insufficient. To conserve resources, we extended the waiting period. However, our operations took a questionable turn when we observed a sudden increase in criminals whenever our stock was low.
Discovering a friend confined in a cell was a jarring experience, and it was during our talk that I uncovered startling information about the General's activities. The General was handpicking people through letters to join a secret operation in the laboratory, offering rewards for their families in exchange. Still, they were strictly prohibited from sharing any information. Upon learning this, I confronted the General for an explanation. He laughed it off and reminded me of my obligation to serve my country. He warned me that if I refused to comply with his demands, he would consider me disposable. Despite our previous commitment to safeguard them, we conducted experiments on the people we were supposed to keep safe. For months, I experienced recurring nightmares where my research kept failing, and people were dying. Regardless of their health status, each new survivor was unjustly tagged as infected. The monsters of this scheme meticulously selected the letters to avoid raising any suspicions about their hidden agenda. The strategy was effective initially, but the letters' dispatch persisted even when no more survivors arrived."
Hobi fidgeted nervously, avoiding eye contact as tears brimmed in his eyes before he proceeded with his story.
"Then, on a particular day, I stepped into a room and was confronted by a young child, seemingly around 12 years old. He confided in me, expressing his eagerness to follow in his father's footsteps and contribute to his family's well-being, having received a volunteer letter. As the days went by, an increasing number of children began to appear, and we attempted to delay their involvement in the experiments as best as we could. Unbeknownst to the General, my partner was deeply involved in a secret project of his own. Felix was convinced that discovering a cure should be the top priority, given that the number of subjects would not last indefinitely. His concern was that failure to achieve our objective would lead to our termination either way.
When we began focusing on the children, I think he lost his trust in humanity. I'm unsure if his choice was intentional, but I clearly remember the commotion at the Quarantine building that drew me there. Before long, I observed the release of the Infected children within the confines of the camp. On a gut feeling, I rushed in without thinking. There he was, hurt and bleeding by an open cell door. I questioned him, but he didn't answer. As the Infected neared, I tried to help him up, but he shoved me into the cell, insisting I lock it while he distracted them. Fleeing from the infected, he dashed toward the back rooms. Realizing no more were chasing, I tried to follow, but it was too late; he had vanished into the storage room. I hurried back, secured the door, and was quickly found by the group who led me to the bunker."
