Dr Corbin was staring out the window of the third mansion that he owned. Out of all his mansions, this one was his favorite; it was peaceful and a nice place to get important work done. It was out in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by trees and mountains. Only a handful of his best employees and most trusted advisors were allowed to know the location. Some of his greatest creations were brought to life in this place, which brought back fond memories.
“Sir.”
“Yes?” Corbin replied.
“It has arrived.”
“Good.” He turned and smiled. “How has our little project been going?”
“As expected.”
“Have the towns infected been quarantined?”
“They have.”
“Without incident?”
“We still have a few loose ends to tie up.”
“The survivors you mentioned. They are still alive?”
“For the moment.”
“That
