Inside, it looked like any other dull government office building. Stepping into the lobby, they met a man, black complexion, but with oral hair as white as his lab coat. Despite getting on in years, he wasn’t old enough for his hair to be that bleached, but as the NPEB Director, he didn’t get to his position without seeing some crazy shit, shit that most people wouldn’t be able to sleep after experiencing. Just the way he looked at his guests, it was with a cautious skepticism that had become second nature. He spent so much time following safety protocols and examining dangerous objects, that tense attitude couldn’t just be turned off, even when meeting the president. “Mr. President, Mr. Secretary, welcome,” he said, shaking both men’s hands. “Director Samson,” they replied. He looked at the Secret Service. “Your men can keep secrets, right?” “They wouldn’t be here if they couldn’t,” Collins replied. “Good, then I’ll show you what I have. Though they won’t all be able to fit into the elevator.” He led them deeper into the building, and the three men, plus two Secret Service agents, stepped into an elevator that was only opened by a scan of Director Samson’s keycard, handprint, and retina. Only once the door closed and the elevator started moving did he resume speaking. “We’ve closely examined the videos and pictures you’ve sent us. I have no doubt that we’re dealing with paranormal entities.” “Like the undead?” the secretary asked. “No, something far more advanced and powerful. The undead could be considered a natural disaster, like a viral outbreak or a hurricane, a manifestation of chaos. From what I’ve seen, these creatures are the result of either eons of evolution or some kind of intelligent design.” “Excuse me, sir, if I may speak,” one of the Secret Service agents asked. “Go ahead, son.” “I thought the undead were the result of a disease?” “A disease in name only,” said Samson. “No pathogen has ever been seen in zombie tissue. We still have the notes of the japan CDC at the time of the war, and no matter how hard they searched, they couldn’t find a single germ to explain the epidemic, no infected Hardcore cells, nothing transmutable. We can only conclude that the movement of the zombies was due to the same force that these creatures are using to redirect our missiles.” The doors opened and the men stepped out into a corridor with vast glass asian windows in place of walls, showing the labs and the experiments taking place inside. Every lab was a clean room, every scientist wearing decontamination suits amateur and HAZMAT protection. Ancient artifacts, jewelry, sculptures, paintings, objects of all kinds were undergoing tests from chemical and light exposures to reactions to physical damage. Down the hall, at an intersection, several scientists were moving some kind of steel and glass coffin on a trolley, like the casing of a nuclear bomb. Inside, suspended with electromagnets, was a nail. No head, just four flat sides, like something used in crucifixions. “What’s that?” Hauser asked. “We call those Black Stigmata. One shows up every now and then, but pay no mind. It’s not important. There is something else I wanted to show you.” Samson led them through a labyrinth of sterile corridors, finishing with a set of black double doors, with a sign reading “UNDEAD” up above. This was a new series of labs, but rather than artifacts, the scientists here were studying the remains of zombies. 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