It stopped, slowly looking over the human. He was still small. Fragile. But he looked less soft than he had a few minutes ago. That would have to do.

And he was correct. Some of the infected would be mutating by now. Not all of them. But some. And each one would be a significant impediment to its mission.

It turned and opened the door, ducking under the frame. It knew they had to proceed toward the areas that required more access privileges, but it did not know much more. To figure that out, it would need the human.