Inside the dimly lit conference room, tension filled the air as the prime minister, high-ranking officials, military generals, and the man who controlled the specimens sat around the large table. The screen on the wall flickered with grainy footage from surveillance cameras scattered around various parts of the country.
The prime minister, an aging man with a stern face, cleared his throat, his eyes darting toward the man in charge of the specimen program. "Give me an update on the progress. What have we learned so far?"
The man, dressed in a crisp, dark suit, stood up, adjusting his glasses. "Prime Minister, the specimens have shown exceptional capabilities. They can handle regular zombies with ease. In fact, the zombies around the land we've been monitoring—particularly the area we plan to develop as farmland—seem afraid to even approach them. The presence of the specimens has created a buffer zone of sorts. No attacks, no breaches."
