Suddenly, Daniel felt a dangerous presence nearby. He spun around and took a defensive stance.
Standing in front of him was the man with messy hair, who had forcibly been brought earlier inside a white sack.
"Die!" the man growled and his voice was full of rage and killing intent.
Daniel blocked a few hits, but not well enough. The knife was still stabbed into his stomach.
"Now taste your own virus!" the man shouted.
Daniel looked down at the wound, then back at the man. He quickly took off his protective suit.
"I don't work here," he said. "I'm just here to get something to save my wife. I was the one who cut the power earlier."
The man paused, surprised. He stared at Daniel with suspicion, then suddenly burst into wild laughter.
"I don't care who you are. You're not leaving here alive!"
Daniel's eyes widened as the man pulled out a lighter.
"What are you doing?" he shouted and lunged forward to grab it.
