The atmosphere in the laboratory was one of focused intensity as the team of researchers huddled around the operating table. The sterile white light of the room cast an almost theatrical spotlight on the zombie cadaver, creating stark shadows that stretched out across the floor.
"It's time to extract it," the lead researcher stated, his voice a crisp note of command in the silence of the room.
The other scientists, clad in their immaculate lab coats, nodded without a word. Their faces were a mix of concentration and the fatigue that comes with repetitive, painstaking work. One of them, her hands steady and sure, reached for a scalpel that sparkled under the harsh lights. She met the gaze of her colleague, who gave her a brief nod—a silent communication of readiness.