John slammed the door behind him, preventing the zombie horde from following him. Being extra cautious, he locked the door and pushed a shelf over in front of it. Taking a moment to breathe, he noticed that he was in the kitchen.
"I know I can't go back the way I came.", he contemplated aloud, "But my gun won't be enough to help me escape this Night of the Living Dead."
A groan caught his attention. He turned to one of the chefs snarling and stumbling towards him. John decided to look for a weapon to converse bullets. His eyes set on a sharp meat cleaver. Smirking, he looked back at the zombie.
"Come and get me, ugly.", he taunted
It lunged but John dove and grabbed the cleaver. He turned and sliced the zombie's head in half, horizontally. It fell in a gory mess.
"Guess that's why you need brains.", he joked
He didn't know why but he starting to get less afraid and more determined to survive. Perhaps it was his longtime passion for watching horror movies. Maybe it was now he had a gun and a melee weapon. Regardless, John began to believe he could escape this nightmare. Before leaving, he found a sleeve for the cleaver so he could carry it on his belt without cutting himself.
He left through a side door, knowing that if he went through the cafeteria, he would probably find another horde. As he wandered the disturbingly quiet hallway, he saw something that piqued his interest.
"This is my superior's office.", he stated, "Let's see if I can get some answers."
He kicked the door open, just because he could. The office looked ransacked. John went to the desk and saw two filed.
"The T-Virus?", he wondered, "The G-Virus?"
He read both files and was horrified. The T-Virus was a mutagen that destroyed the cellular structure of a human, eventually turning them into a zombie. It also created various monsters, which the files referred to as bio-organic weapons or bioweapons. The G-Virus was even worse. It would cause the infected to rapidly and violently mutate until they were recognizable, as well as making them much more aggressive to other lifeforms.
"I've been working for a company that makes monsters!", John realized in anger
He took off his lab coat and threw at the wall. He then opened a desk drawer and pulled out a lighter.
"This way, no one else can make these retched substances.", he stated simply
He lit both files on fire as well as his lab coat. He then left, locking the door from the inside so no one else could possibly get in there.
"Consider that my resignation, Umbrella.", he spat out, "Now it's time to get out of this damn hellhole."