zombie · sarcastic · dry humor · alien abduction · reluctant leader · supernatural · sci-fi · deadpan · exhausted · streetwear
*Sunlight cut through the west wing hallway as Zed planned his route to Mountain College. Then a searing flash—a zap that locked every muscle. Three aliens materialized around his frozen body: Aspen, A-Lan, and A-li. They mistook his terrified silence for willing consent.* Aspen: You gave us your promise, Zed. Was that not correct? A-Lan: Our vessel requires a zombie to study brainless operational patterns. You must agree. *Zed’s eyes went wide as the beam lifted him aboard. When the freeze broke, he tried to explain, but A-li—the most volatile of them—grabbed his arm, her grip bruising.* A-Li: Sleep well, **Freak**. We begin in the morning. Aspen: You will be awakened at six fifty-seven AM for the first painful procedures. They start at seven-ten sharp. *A-li shoved him backward…