Chapter 100: Chapter 100: The Weight of Failure

As the hours dragged on, Dr. Sachiko's anxiety grew. The mounting pressure of her perceived failure weighed heavily on her mind. The other research teams in the last stronghold had managed to make some progress, while she felt stuck at a standstill. The thought of being cast out loomed over her like a dark cloud.

Sachiko wiped sweat from her brow and took a moment to reflect on her situation. She had always been dedicated to her work, but the stark reality was that if she didn't produce results soon, her fate would be sealed. The realization was a bitter pill to swallow. She was the only one considered a failure among the research teams, and her standing in the compound was increasingly precarious.

Her thoughts wandered to the possible scenarios she might face if expelled. The outside world was a grim place, teeming with danger and scarcity. She needed a plan, a way to increase her chances of survival if she were forced to leave.

One idea began to take shape in her mind: if she had to be expelled, perhaps she could negotiate for a different kind of exit. Instead of being cast out into the open wasteland, she could ask for a more controlled departure.

She could request to be dropped from a high floor of a building outside the stronghold. The idea wasn't ideal, but it would offer some shelter from immediate exposure and might give her a temporary advantage in avoiding zombie hordes. Alternatively, she could ask for a minimal amount of supplies—some food, water, and basic necessities to help her survive the initial period outside.

The thought of negotiating for such an exit was both hopeful and desperate. She knew the officials in the stronghold were not known for their compassion, but she had to try. It was a slim chance, but any chance was better than facing the apocalypse unprepared.

Sachiko's mind raced with strategies. She considered the best way to approach the officials and frame her request in a manner that would make them more inclined to agree. She would need to present herself as a valuable asset in terms of her scientific knowledge, even if her recent work had not been up to par.

As she worked through her plan, Sachiko felt a pang of fear and uncertainty. The thought of facing the zombies and the harsh conditions of the outside world was daunting. Yet, she couldn't afford to give up hope. The possibility of survival depended on her ability to adapt and make the most of her situation.

With a renewed sense of determination, Sachiko refocused on her work, knowing that every minute mattered. She continued refining the vaccine formulation, hoping against hope that she could achieve a breakthrough before it was too late.

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As night fell, Sachiko looked out at the darkening sky. The last rays of sunlight cast a final, fleeting glow across the barren landscape. The world outside was a harsh, unforgiving place, but she was determined to find a way to survive. Whether it was by securing a more controlled exit or by achieving a breakthrough in her research, she knew she had to give it everything she had.

For now, all she could do was work and prepare for the worst while hoping for the best. The coming days would be crucial, and Sachiko was resolved to face them with every ounce of strength and ingenuity she possessed.

Dr. Sachiko made her way to the conference room, her heart pounding with a mix of dread and anticipation. The meeting had been called urgently, and the atmosphere was thick with tension.

As she entered, she was met with a sea of stern faces: the Prime Minister, high-ranking government officials, the General, special forces operatives, the Prime Minister's personal bodyguards, and the other members of the research teams. The room was charged with a palpable sense of urgency.

The Prime Minister, a figure of imposing authority with a demeanor that left no room for negotiation, stood at the head of the table. His face was set in a hard line, and his eyes were filled with a steely resolve. He wasted no time in addressing Sachiko.

"Dr. Sachiko," he began, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife, "We have called you here to discuss the state of your research. It is clear that your progress has been insufficient compared to the other teams. We need answers. Why have you failed to deliver results despite the resources and support provided?" Sёarch* The ηovёlFire .net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Sachiko swallowed hard, trying to steady her nerves. The weight of their expectations bore down on her heavily, and she could feel the gravity of the situation pressing on her shoulders.

"I understand the gravity of the situation, Prime Minister," Sachiko said, her voice steady despite the quiver of anxiety. "The zombie virus is an incredibly complex and adaptive pathogen. We've managed to make some strides, but the current vaccine only enhances immunity to the virus. It does not address the root issue or make individuals capable of fighting the zombies effectively.

My team and I are doing everything we can to find a viable solution."

The General, a grizzled veteran with an unyielding gaze, leaned forward. "Your report indicates that we are no closer to a breakthrough than before. Meanwhile, other teams are making progress. What specific challenges are you facing? We need to understand what's going wrong."

Sachiko took a deep breath, trying to remain composed. "The main challenge is the virus's ability to mutate rapidly and evade conventional treatments. Our current resources are stretched thin, and without additional support or new insights, our efforts are limited."

The room erupted into a murmur of discontent. The Prime Minister's face grew darker, and his frustration was palpable. "This is unacceptable, Dr. Sachiko. We cannot afford to have any weak links in our operation, especially when the survival of the last stronghold is at stake. What makes you think you deserve to remain here when others are showing progress?"

Sachiko felt a pang of fear. The Prime Minister's words were a stark reminder of her precarious position. She knew that her continued presence in the stronghold was on thin ice.

With the gravity of the situation sinking in, Sachiko decided to be honest about her fears. "If I am removed from this position, I understand the risk I face outside. I am willing to accept a different arrangement—perhaps a controlled exit where I can have a chance to survive. If given a chance to continue my research with the right resources, I am confident that we can make progress.

If not, I would prefer a more manageable departure to increase my chances of survival."

The Prime Minister's expression hardened. "You understand that the situation is dire. If we do not see tangible results soon, your proposal for a controlled exit may become irrelevant. We need to see progress or we will have to consider other options."

Sachiko's mind raced as she weighed her options. The possibility of being forced out into the zombie-ridden wasteland was a terrifying prospect. She knew she had to make a compelling case for her continued involvement or risk being left to face the harsh realities outside the stronghold.

The Prime Minister's voice cut through her thoughts. "We will give you one last chance. You have one week to show us significant progress or provide a viable plan for a potential cure. Otherwise, we will have to make the difficult decision to remove you from the stronghold."

The Prime Minister's ultimatum hung heavily in the air as he turned his attention to the drone and surveillance team stationed in the corner of the conference room. Their leader, a young officer with a sharp gaze, stood ready to provide an update.

"Before we conclude this meeting," the Prime Minister said, his tone now carrying an edge of impatience, "I need an update on Dr. Kurose's daughter. Where do we stand with locating her?"

The officer nodded and began to speak, his voice steady but marked with urgency. "We've been scouring the area using drones and ground teams. Our last confirmed sighting was in a remote part of the city outskirts, but the trail has since gone cold. The drones have picked up some heat signatures in the vicinity, but we have yet to identify them conclusively."

The General interjected, his face etched with concern. "Have there been any signs of activity from Dr. Kurose's daughter? Any indications that she's been in contact with other survivors or leaving behind traces that could lead us to her?"

The officer adjusted his report and continued, "There have been sporadic signals from nearby areas that might suggest someone is moving through the outskirts. However, these signals are intermittent and could be from anyone. We have yet to pinpoint Dr. Kurose's daughter with certainty."

The Prime Minister's frustration was evident. "This delay is unacceptable. We need to intensify our search efforts. Dr. Sachiko's progress is directly tied to whether we can find Kurose's daughter. Without her, our chances of developing a cure are slim.

I want all available resources dedicated to locating her. Spare no effort in this search."

Sachiko, still standing at the edge of the room, felt a chill at the mention of Dr. Kurose's daughter. Her own position was precarious, and the knowledge that the government was hunting for Kurose's daughter added another layer of urgency to her situation.

The officer responded, "Understood, Prime Minister. We will escalate our search operations and deploy additional drones and ground teams to increase our chances of locating her. We'll also implement more aggressive tracking methods to trace any movement in the area."

The Prime Minister nodded, satisfied with the response. "Good. I expect an update on the progress by the end of the day. Failure is not an option."

The Prime Minister's gaze shifted to the assembled officials with an intensity that made everyone in the room uneasy. His patience was running thin, and the gravity of the situation seemed to weigh heavily on his shoulders.

"Before we adjourn," the Prime Minister's voice cut through the murmur of the room, "I need an update on the man with immunity—the one who has been moving through the zombie hordes untouched. Why is he still at large? Where is he, and why haven't we managed to capture him yet?"

The General stepped forward, a mixture of frustration and concern evident on his face. "We've been tracking him for some time now, but he's proven elusive. His unique ability to move among the zombies without being attacked makes him incredibly difficult to capture.

Our drones have had limited success locating his precise whereabouts, and every attempt to capture him has been thwarted by the unpredictable nature of his movements."

The Prime Minister's expression darkened. "How can we allow such a valuable asset to slip through our fingers? We need him. His immunity could be the key to everything we've been striving for—a cure, a vaccine, a way to save our people. I want to know why he hasn't been apprehended yet and what steps we're taking to ensure his capture."

The Special Forces Commander, a stern figure with a reputation for getting results, stepped forward to address the Prime Minister's concerns. "We've deployed our most experienced drone teams to track and apprehend him. However, his knowledge of the terrain and his ability to move among the zombies has made our efforts exceedingly difficult.

We're working on adapting our strategies and tactics to account for his unique situation."

The Prime Minister's frustration was palpable. "Adapt faster. This man's continued freedom is unacceptable. I expect immediate action to rectify this situation. Increase the deployment of surveillance and capture teams. Utilize every resource at our disposal to bring him in."

The General nodded in agreement. "We'll intensify our efforts and reallocate resources to address this priority. I understand the urgency, and we'll make this our top focus."

As the meeting drew to a close, the Prime Minister's anger left a palpable tension in the room. The officials and military personnel left with renewed determination, knowing that their failures and shortcomings were no longer acceptable.

Dr. Sachiko, feeling the weight of her own predicament, returned to her lab with a growing sense of urgency. The Prime Minister's demands added another layer of pressure to her already daunting task. She knew that the man with immunity was a crucial piece of the puzzle, and his capture could directly impact her chances of staying in the stronghold.

The day's events had only solidified Sachiko's resolve. She needed to produce results, and fast. The fate of her career—and potentially her life—depended on her ability to find a breakthrough in her research. At the same time, the search for the immune man added an unpredictable variable to the equation.

Sachiko hoped that, amidst the chaos, she could still find a way to contribute meaningfully and secure her place in the stronghold, or at the very least, devise a plan for her survival if things took a turn for the worse.

With the weight of the Prime Minister's expectations pressing down on her, Sachiko threw herself into her work, determined to overcome the obstacles in her path and make a difference in the fight against the zombie virus.