At the Drakonian Command Headquarters in City A.
A secret, unscheduled meeting was in session.
There weren't many people in the conference room, only about five members.
Samson Thorne knew it was Director Rhodes's deliberate decision not to summon all the core personnel.
The display screen at the front showed a trend graph of temperature changes over the past month, with measurements precise to several decimal places.
"The temperature is really plummeting. It seems what that person said was true."
Samson Thorne remarked, his gaze fixed on the figure whose hair had grayed considerably.
Over the past half-year of the apocalypse, nearly eighty percent of Director Rhodes's hair had turned white.
"Do you think... he's the one?"
Warren Rhodes turned around, the words from that long-ago phone call still echoing in his mind:
"First, the zombie virus is primarily transmitted through blood contact. Infection is rapid, regardless of whether it's from a scratch or a bite."
