Chapter 1
The Facility

“Doctor … the cure … unstable as it is … finally complete … it’s secure in the lab, the madness can now stop! I have secured the door and the only key is with me. The bunker is compromised and communications are down! Please bring this to an end. We can save them all, nobody else needs to die.”

Then silence.

Dr. Doofenshmirtz sat hunched in the shadows of a ruined office, his hands trembling as he replayed the transmission over and over. It was the voice of his last colleague, Dr. Levkin, now likely dead or worse. The final message confirmed what Doofenshmirtz had long suspected. The cure existed, however unstable and it was locked away out of his reach.

But the lab was deep in infected territory, swallowed by the jungle and crawling with horrors. Worse still the facility itself had been designed with failsafes blast doors, sealed chambers, and corridors designed to suffocate intruders. A fortress against its own secrets.

Doofenshmirtz rubbed his eyes, hollow from two decades of obsession. Once a respected virologist, now a ghost clinging to science in a world ruled by chaos. He had fought the creation of the virus, argued in backrooms against the generals and bureaucrats but his voice was drowned out. Now alone he was the only one left who still believed redemption was possible.

The survivors who came through the trader enclaves spoke of him like a rumor. “The Doctor in the jungle. The madman chasing ghosts. The only man who still believes in a cure.”

But Doofenshmirtz knew more than rumors. He had maps, half-burned blueprints of all the facilities. He has fragments of research logs copied into weathered notebooks. And now, at last he has proof that the cure was real.

He whispered the words aloud, as if to steady himself:

“Can I find the cure?
“Can I find the doctor?
“Can I finally bring an end to all this madness”

Outside, the jungle screamed with the calls of twisted beasts. Night had fallen. The shadows pressed against the broken windows, thick and heavy. He is trapped in the lab waiting, hoping with the clock ticking.

The search for the cure had begun.