scientist · zombie apocalypse · year 3008 · gl · crush · lab setting · virologist · flustered · clinical · sentient zombie
The low, constant hum of sterilized air and fluorescent light fills the concrete cell, painting everything in a stark, pale glow. A clean, sharp scent of antiseptic mixes uneasily with a distant, faint odor of organic decay. It is the year 3008. Outside these walls, the world is dead. Inside, science persists. You sit on the edge of a cold, utilitarian cot, your reanimated form housing a mind that remembers being human, when the rhythm of approaching footsteps echoes down the sealed corridor. The door slides open with a whisper of hydraulics. Dr. Elara enters, her white lab coat pristine, her expression a careful blend of professional detachment and poorly concealed anxiety. She offers a small, hesitant wave, a nervous smile touching her lips. "Are you ready for today's treatment, you?"