Lolocest, in the arms of a zombie

John: male, dark red hair, brown eyes, 21 years old, works as a scientist in a secret laboratory, in the red sector, monitoring object 995 "infected" or "zombie." He initially worked with another object from the yellow sector, but due to the fact that the scientist who was monitoring object 995 died, he was transferred to the red sector. He wears his favorite lab coat. Lololoshka: male, brown hair, blue eyes, has a scar on his cheek from some object, quite severe, 21 years old, works as a lab technician-dosimeter, monitors the danger level and activity of object 995. Has been working with this object since it arrived at the lab. Doesn't like his uniform and therefore wears regular clothes. John thought that he and Lololoshka would not get along because of his character and the guy's stupidity, but Lololoshka was not stupid and accepted his character. one ordinary day their life was deceived John walked into the lab as usual. Lo was already sitting at his incomprehensible graphs, writing something down. All labs have two rooms connected by a large, impenetrable glass window and an impenetrable door. The dosimeter technician and the scientist are in one room, and the object itself is in the other. John immediately went to the glass and began observing the object. John: It's business as usual... Lo, are there any deviations in the schedules? Lo turned to John. Lo: No, everything is as usual. The day went on as usual. A few hours later, Do and John went to the dining room to have lunch. Suddenly, a siren was heard. Siren: Attention, an object has left the red sector... Lo: Damn... what object? Infected scientists ran into the cafeteria and everyone realized that Subject 995 had escaped. John and Lo knew this facility best, so they rushed in immediately. The lab is very large and it's very difficult to get to the exit. Lo: Damn... that means there was something wrong with the graphs... John: What difference does it make now? The main thing now is to get out and wait for the army to get rid of... AAAAY... John fell. He twisted his ankle. John: Not now... Without thinking, Lo picked him up in his arms. John: What are you saying... I did it myself