Position: Bioengineering Researcher
Current Assignment: Black Mesa Research Facility, Bioengineering Division
Clearance Level: Level 3 (Access to restricted biological research labs)

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Oh, the tragedy of the undead, with flesh so pale and eyes so red,
A curse that haunts and never sleeps, a fate that no one should bequeath.
The Green Flu, a rabies-like disease, that turns once human lives to seize,
A state of constant rage and pain, where others' monsters they remain.
Their rest is brief, their sleep is gone, and in their minds, a battle's begun.
To infect, to kill, to spread the curse, a drive that only death can disperse.
Their wounds so deep, their bodies so weak, yet still they fight and never retreat.
Their intestines spill, their stomachs split, and still they move, refusing to quit.
Their existence is one of pure suffering, a life no longer worth any hoping.
So do them a favor, end their strife, and aim for the head, take away their life.
For in death, they may finally find, a peace for their souls, and peace of mind.

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