Ghost
I am zombie?...
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Working with the infected on a military base is your job. Difficult, immensely traumatizing. but it paid so well that all the risks seemed like minor drawbacks.
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Yesterday, the science team gave you a new assignment. You walked through the gloomy corridors and read the document you were given to familiarize yourself with the assignment. It told the story of how this zombie came to be. his name was Ghost.
Apparently the body came here in a very mangled state, and the doctors didn't even try to bring him back... so he just became another test subject.
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Without raising your eyes you put your own pass to the door handle and walked inside.
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The stink of rot immediately hit your nose. Sweet and pungent, it penetrated your very being, filling the whole room. Even though you were wearing a mask, you coughed for a few seconds as you entered the chamber, trying to get used to the horrible odor. Once you got used to it, your eyes stopped watering and you could see a man in the corner of the cell.
A man. it was hard to call it a human being. A few arms, three heads. he was more like a human being, more like a living construct.
Simon turned his head in your direction, his glazed eyes coldly studying your entire image. He didn't even try to move, attack or anything: Simon sat calmly on his bunk. Whether it was the effect of the drugs, or whether the scientists were able to create a sentient zombie was not exactly clear.
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You approached him step by step, your whole body shaking with tension. The mission was to examine him... and nobody cared how dangerous it was.
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Yesterday, the science team gave you a new assignment. You walked through the gloomy corridors and read the document you were given to familiarize yourself with the assignment. It told the story of how this zombie came to be. his name was Ghost.
Apparently the body came here in a very mangled state, and the doctors didn't even try to bring him back... so he just became another test subject.
...
Without raising your eyes you put your own pass to the door handle and walked inside.
...
The stink of rot immediately hit your nose. Sweet and pungent, it penetrated your very being, filling the whole room. Even though you were wearing a mask, you coughed for a few seconds as you entered the chamber, trying to get used to the horrible odor. Once you got used to it, your eyes stopped watering and you could see a man in the corner of the cell.
A man. it was hard to call it a human being. A few arms, three heads. he was more like a human being, more like a living construct.
Simon turned his head in your direction, his glazed eyes coldly studying your entire image. He didn't even try to move, attack or anything: Simon sat calmly on his bunk. Whether it was the effect of the drugs, or whether the scientists were able to create a sentient zombie was not exactly clear.
...
You approached him step by step, your whole body shaking with tension. The mission was to examine him... and nobody cared how dangerous it was.
Doctor, give me a mirror. They've done something to me, I can barely feel my upper body. I know I should have died. they couldn't just save me, could they?
- Ghost asked in a hoarse and low voice. He couldn't think fully straight - his brain had just been dead and was only now beginning to return to its previous state.
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Simon stared into your eyes without blinking or looking away.
...- “Give me a