The room, which had begun to fill with cautious optimism, grew tense again as one of the doctors from the Research and Development team cleared his throat, addressing the mysterious man. His expression was grim, a look of uncertainty clouding his features.
"Don't get your hopes up too much," the doctor began, his voice calm but edged with doubt. "Even if these modified zombies are faster and more obedient than the regular ones, we have no data suggesting that they can handle the Striders, Creepers, Brutes, and other mutants lurking outside. Those things… they're on a completely different level."
The others in the room fell silent, eyes shifting between the two men. The general seemed to tense slightly, as if the doctor's words had reignited his earlier skepticism. Even the prime minister narrowed his eyes, waiting for the mysterious man's response.