An eerie groaning sound came from his left, where he thought he'd seen movement earlier. More on edge than usual, he whipped around just in time to be the first to see 957 suddenly bleeding profusely from the neck and...

"OH. MY. GOD. What IS that?" he shouted, reeling backward. As the screams and shouts of the other partygoing LabTechs filled the air, he tried in vain to keep from hyperventilating. 013. The information leak. The syringe. 013. He was here. And he was...he was something straight out of a bad horror movie. The virus. The virus had done this to him, it couldn't have been anything else, it...

062's incredulous exclamation pierced his panicked reverie. "No! It can't be! I...I killed you myself!"

"What? That can't be!" he called. "I killed him! How in the hell do you kill someone twice?" He didn't care about the consequences, he didn't bother to think before he spoke; all hell had already broken loose. "Oh god...957! Why didn't we LISTEN?" He was right, he had been right all along, and now he was gone...

Ignoring 101's barely audible comment that 013 and 957 should "get a room", he frantically looked for the exit while trying to keep an eye on both of the brain-eating creatures. There were no windows in this room. Where was the door? Oh god, where was the door? And how could 062 be telling him to stay calm? "Can't you do something?" he shouted at the retiree...then realized that with 013's teeth newly embedded in his head, the answer was most likely no.

"Get away from me!" yelled the older man. Then, muttering to himself, "Where's my...uh...seru–" The sentence was interrupted by the speaker's degeneration, but 247 had heard enough. "Your what?" There was something about a serum. What was he forgetting? There was something he alone knew, something he wasn't supposed to know; what was it? "What have you had us doing all this time?" he called out to his boss. Mr. Gambino had too many secrets. It was his fault this was happening, all his fault for keeping so many goddamn secrets...

He had to stay alive. He couldn't die now, not like this! "I just need...need...augh, what do I need? This is a bad time to be forgetting!" he muttered, turning out all his pockets and growling in frustration. Then he looked up and saw the door. He ran toward it, pushing the bar as hard as he could. "It won't budge...oh god..." As 909 entered the room, apologizing for being late, he raced for the door his coworker had come in through, only to find it firmly stuck as well. "What have I done?" he cried out.

Now he noticed that he was the only human left in the room. Gambino had fled, damn him, and the others were all infected. He backed up into a corner as they came at him, craving his flesh. He bumped into the food table, shoved it on its side, and took cover behind it. It wouldn't be enough and he knew it. "I don't want to die...not when I just learned who I was..." He was shaking, sheer terror flooding his mind, his life flashing before his eyes as the beings that were his former coworkers and underlings converged...