Hugo, Romero, Schmidt, Zeb, Marija and Jeremy all walked across the deep white sand in a single file line, toward the heavy steel and reinforced glass doors of Schmidt’s research compound. A procession of zombies followed a short distance behind the row of the living, each carrying baggage from the helicopter. Jeremy looked back, then turned his gaze to Marija. She had also been looking back and the two shared a moment of wide-eyed understanding. Jeremy gestured back at the zombie servants, a little nervously.
“Okay, that’s kinda creepy…” He shuddered.
Moments later, Schmidt led the group into a dimly lit, low-ceilinged conference room. Seats and tables were arranged throughout the room and a digital projector was propped up on a podium in the middle of the room. Schmidt stood slightly to one side of the white screen mounted to the wall. The screen did its best to reflect the ambient light around it from the front of the room. With a wide, sweeping gesture, Schmidt’s extended arm directed the group toward their seats. Romero stood inside the room, holding the door open for the rest of the group as they entered. The seats reminded Jeremy of the little desks that were attached to little wooden chairs, like in kindergarten, just bigger.
“The servants will bring your bags to your rooms. If you’ll all take a seat, we’ll explain how our ongoing experiments have made the life we enjoy on the island possible,” Schmidt announced, as if practicing for a much larger audience.
Marija quickly pulled a small digital recorder out from one of her pockets as she slid into the first available seat at the front of the room. She was eager to begin.
The fiery Latina quickly became serious with a stern look on her face. She couldn’t wait to jump at Schmidt with questions.
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