Disconnected and alone, a part of you has always observed society from afar, so far in fact that when people turned on each other as a new food source when a ram pit zombie virus out-break flooded the world, you could find little difference between the zombie trying to munch your face and the person she was two weeks ago, chatting to her friends about her favourite brand of expensive crap she wore as a vanity badge that her friends applauded to as if acquiring something so uselessly expensive was an amazing feat. The screams of hunger and death lust were a soothing replacement to the current top-ten list of shallow songs who's sole message is 'consume, procreate and repeat'. But despite this out-look, you are only human and so your survival instincts eventually kicked in and they kicked in hard! You found it easy to bludgeon a corpse to re-death and abandon the screams of those grasping for a last chance at life that could never be reached, with your survival instincts also came a sense of acceptance to the world around you, fear wasn't something that grasped you like it did the others, after all you have avoided the sights and gaze of the mindless all your life and now that they were truly mindless, it only became much easier. It wasn't until they appeared that you truly felt fear build within your heart! Those hideous, vile monsters that regurgitate their own brand of sick and twisted medicine, feeding it to their young to breed a twisted, mindless society of themselves. They came in great numbers, scattered groups of survivors who use faith or law to hold themselves together and abandon anyone who doesn't fit within their parameters of 'lawfulness', 'piety' or 'morally right'. No matter what they called it, you understood the primitive motive of their actions, to breed their own society of zealots who have abandoned their sense of individuality in exchange for a cheap pay-off from their group mentality. Fighting the dead and each other, these groups could only find common ground in their xenophobic nature towards everything Zombie. This is when it occurred to you, the greatest of all your ideas since the zombie out-break, the moment you stopped thinking of zombies as a dangerous annoyance and starting thinking of them as a resource.

Weird and scary where two adjectives that labelled all of your work and contributions towards science, two rotten adjectives that helped to earn you your identity as the sole laughing stock among the worlds brightest minds. In your youth you were always gifted, thinking in a frame of mind that your peers or the mentors of your peers could not comprehend, they stared at you as if something were wrong with you, as if by your very nature you are flawed. But you would come to show them, you would come to earn the title; young genius and be placed on a pedestal as the shining beacon of medical science, at a young age you had perfected cloning and laid the foundation for perfected gene manipulation, you even started planning a rough draft for a machine that could achieve immortality, that could change your every physical feature in real time, a machine that could make the old young again and the weak strong but then they entered your life. As a prodigy you were encouraged to study abroad in a boarding school that the royal academy of science deemed to house your only true peers, however, all you found were spoiled children from wealthy families who were manipulated into science under the vain of a false destiny to suddenly end world hunger or cure cancer. Two goals that were destine to be yours had the academies strict policies not forbid you from conducting human experiments, even several of the experiments you had submitted for approval involving lab animals seemed too controversial for the academy, who sought only to look after their spoiled scientists and their own neck. For years the place you had come to earn with your amazing intellect, was nothing more than a prison of prestige, your ideas, your experiments and your curiosity were forced to lay dormant as you twiddled away at minor experiments in an attempt to approach your Pandora in such a way that the academy could not restrict you. As you tried desperately to realise your goals, time and time again you'd only be left with tiny steps of progress that submit next to nothing to your ultimate ideas. Even worse, your experiments were often considered a waste of time, un-tasteful or sometimes, even out right laughed at and so, eventually you stopped showing them. In the darkness of your room you housed your experiments, some where of mice, completely devoid of any cognitive ability and yet their bodies grew pregnant and gave birth without any interference, like an automated machine that turned unrefined paste and water it was fed through tubes into living, breathing life. In another tank, snake and mouse alike feasted on the defrosted pink flesh of their dinner, seeing each other only as peers as they feast hungrily on their prey. Each labelled box, jar and enclosure served as proof of your mastery over each and every aspect of biology and yet they were all specks of dust in comparison to the true potential you knew was waiting within you to be shed on the world. For years this thought consumed you, the thought that your perfection, your Pandora was so close and yet so far away and eventually, it drove you mad. Soon your thoughts were fixated on biological manipulation and it wasn't long before your... secret side experiment that you had been working on was found out in the worse way possible for the academy. A press conference had been arranged at your request to reveal to the world your next, super discovery. Only very few people came, most of whom had heard of your 'wacky' nature from other, more well spoken scientific figures and were hoping to cash in on a 'Where are they now?' type article based around the science prodigy becoming an incompetent lack lustre scientist. Instead what they were treated to was far worse, at the conference you pushed out a wheelchair bearing a humanoid figure, limp and covered in bandages. With a smile so large it garnered odd looks from those attending the conference, you explained that this most recent experiment was merely a step, nay, a leap into the future that you had planned for humanity. Like a child unwrapping a present you tore at the bandages of your experiment to reveal a drooling, decaying mound of flesh resembling a human. Despite appearing as a corpse the... thing, seemed able to move somewhat freely. As the thing moved in its chair, appearing completely unaware of it's surroundings and lacking any precise motor control you took proud strides to the podium and announced the first in your experiments designed at constructing organic tools. Your last words because the police and ambulance arrived hinted at these experiments being a means to an end. What followed was a public spanking and shaming of the academy of science, a sentencing to a mental hospital and several leaked autopsy reports revealing in horrific detail the mechanics and pieces of the what came to be dubbed the worlds first zombie. Two years of nothing but straight jackets and white walls send you further into madness until finally, a new colour appeared. Red, red covered the walls, the furniture, the staff and others at the hospital and in the chaos you found your escape, but more importantly, you found them. The successors to your Organic Slave project, you were torn with feelings of pride and anger, to see your work put to such effective use almost bought a tear to you eye, however, it was clear that the intended use of this new form of Organic Slave served only as a weapon, such a barbaric waste of your genius you thought. But it was not too late to continue your work...

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