Chapter Four: Whispers in the Shadows

Raizel's exploration of the mysterious old house took an unexpected turn as he heard a distant sound, like whispers echoing through the walls. "What's going on in this place?" he muttered to himself, his senses on high alert.

Following the faint echoes, he found himself in what appeared to be the doctor's office. His eyes fell upon a loaded gun laid out on the table, and a furrow formed on his brow. "Prepared for something, Dr. Hernandez?" he questioned, the air thick with uncertainty.

Puzzled, Raizel's gaze scanned the room for any clues. "Secret rooms, loaded guns... What was he involved in?" he pondered aloud, a sense of urgency pushing him forward.

His instincts led him to the search for a secret passage. The walls seemed to hold secrets, and Raizel's fingers brushed over every inch, searching for a hidden door. "There has to be something here," he muttered, frustration building as he found no immediate answers.

As his gaze swept across the room, he noticed an inconspicuous detail—a tile that seemed slightly out of place. "Could this be the key?" he wondered aloud, a spark of determination reigniting within him.

Calculations danced in his mind as he examined the tiles, measuring their dimensions. "28 square meters, but this one... 28.7 square meters," he spoke slowly, realization dawning on him. With a cautious step, he pressed down on the seemingly irregular tile.

To his surprise, a section of the floor shifted beneath him, revealing a hidden door leading to a basement. The whispers in the walls grew louder as he descended the stairs, his heart pounding with anticipation.

Switching on the light in the dimly lit basement, Raizel's eyes widened at the sight before him. "What the..." he trailed off, spotting two zombies confined behind makeshift bars.

"Why would Dr. Hernandez keep them down here?" he questioned, the puzzle becoming more intricate with each discovery. The zombies moaned in response, their eyes vacant and hungry.

Raizel hesitated, torn between empathy and survival instincts. "Was he studying them? Trying to find a cure?" he speculated, his voice a mere whisper in the damp, underground chamber.