Small scene from a book I'm writing
Ava walked around what remained of a lab, there was the occasional sound of glass breaking beneath her boots as she advanced. Normally she'd be concerned with the idea of sound, as any infected were sure to sprint over and investigate. But to Byron's words. This place was secure. There was no way anything would've gotten into here, whether it was healthy or not. She had no company besides herself.
She couldn't bear to hear more about Byron go on about his damn philosophical talk and it got weird whenever he began to talk about the infected. Others didn't seem to mind but it unnerved her almost, it wasn't even an interest at that point. He was just obsessed.
But. Nutjob or not. He was their best shot for finding answers about whatever this "thing" was. There were only brief memories she had during the initial pandemic, some kind of prion outbreak, it just started killing people in droves before some people started getting a taste for each other. He said this lab was one of the last ones to stop working, and something was off but she couldn't doubt him. Byron was the professional.
She walked through what used to be an office room. Several kinds of documents littered the floor along with the cabinets that used to hold them. The desk appeared to be ransacked which was weird. This place was locked. Nothing should've gotten in. She approached slowly, stepping over the toppled cabinets. She rounded the corner of the desk and could see the four drawers were all torn open. She set down her revolver on the desk before sitting down in the chair.
For a few minutes she spun around while staring in the ceiling and it was almost like she was hypnotized. The one time she could relax. She breathed slowly but as her vision was rounded she noticed something she hadn't before, a portfolio. It was the only thing that hadn't been violently ripped away from the drawer and ripped apart, and she immediately stopped spinning. Grabbing it and opening it to view the contents. She pulled through a few documents not seeing anything special before one name stuck out.
"Benjamin Byron"
Byron? What the hell was he doing in these? Most of it didn't mean anything to her and the stuff she was curious about couldn't be read due to being marked off, most of the text was blacked out. Until she found one thing that seemed ominous to her. She peered down and read.
"Dear Byron."
"Your request for additional funding was reviewed with considerable reservation by both our board and head of security. We've entrusted you with one of- if not our organizations most valuable assets. The assistants and other researchers we have given you have reported to us with much difficulty in any attempts to peer review your work."
"Due to this behavior. Your actions make this issue of oversight even greater, due to your operations and experiments not being centralized as standard. However. Despite all. We have granted your request. But, I reserve the right to revoke any and all resources to you as I see fit. I truthfully hope you'll not put me or any of our chairpersons in a position to do so, and soon we may see the fruits of your labor."
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Mainly wanted to know if there's anything from my overall writing that can be improved upon