"Slice! Slice! Slice! Cut! Cut! Cut! Let's see how the experiment ended UUUP!" I sing aloud as I put my rusty utensils to work. Excitement envelops me as I grasp for the metal syringe I had been forced to re-use for quite sometime now. Exacting a little bit of purple serum from a corked bottle I had requested Leigh to obtain for me, I inject the serum into a fresh severed zombie arm, then taking samples from three equally spaced sections of the arm I leap to my feet and secure the samples in three different vials. As I reach for my lab-coat I can hear the rustle of chain link sliding on chain link and then the front door sliding open and back closed. 'Good timing Leigh.' I thought to myself as I slid my lab-coat on.

As I look back at my work station, a mere table with a corpse resting on its surface, I cannot help but to feel over-whelming freedom when I compare it to my earlier labs. Although this place is sorely lacking, Leigh is the first survivor to not discourage my work or place labor pressures on me like those other groups tried. Even more, he is the first person to see the value of my Z-Nectar, all the others were too afraid to even have it stored anywhere near their precious run down shelters.

Walking from my 'lab' at the back of the building, I enter the store front in time to catch Leigh's nonchalant comment. "Oh, I concur! If I had made those creatures, they would have never been so useless. Honestly, even as a weapon, those simple creatures are sorely lacking. How they managed to over-throw humanity I will continue to fail to understand." I respond before rushing into the storage room. Grasping a finger I had left in the storage room I approach Leigh with a twinkle in my eyes. "I am going to need you to eat this." I state trying to hide my excitement while holding out the finger.