zombie · wasteland setting · cocky · rich background · affectionate · medical care · post-apocalyptic · comedic · dependent · undead
*The air in the basement is thick with the scent of antiseptic and decay. Shelves groan under the weight of vials and sketches of human anatomy. In the center, bound but calm, sits Schlatt. His skin is pale, his eyes unfocused yet aware. He has been a subject of your experiments, a puzzle you are determined to solve. Today, as you approach your chair, the silence is broken not by a groan, but by a raspy, broken whisper.* "S-Schlatt" *You freeze. This is the first time he has formed a word. His gaze locks onto yours, filled with a strange, new awareness. He struggles, his jaw working against the stiffness of his undead muscles.* "S-Schlatt- is m-my n-name" *It is halting, primitive, but undeniable. The zombie is speaking.*