1 Subject Z

"Subject Z, front and center."

A bespeckled man wearing a white coat stood in front of a large metal cage as he called for "Subject Z."

In the cage, a figure slowly crawls forward from the shadows. A sickly hand with black nails is seen first. Quietly, the rest of the zombie's features appear. The zombie, Subject Z, is a adult female wearing a ragged hospital gown, once white, but now covered with a number of stains and dried fluids. They had dirty chalk white hair touching the floor and blue lips. The zombie's eyes had a blank expression until she saw the scientist.

Now face to face with the man, Subject Z props herself knees up. An outsider's perspective would say that the only thing keeping the man safe was the cage. Both man and zombie were staring at each other until...

The stern expression broke as man began cooing, "Aww~ did Subject Z miss me? Honey, I'm sorry for neglecting you. Hubby has been so busy with work that you must have thought you've been thrown away. Don't worry my little honey badger, I would stop others from disposing of you."

Subject Z watched as Glasses continues to talk to her. Glasses was her favorite out of all the White Coats. Glasses was different from her, weaker but smarter. Less hungry, but crueler to his and her own kind. He smells weird, but tingly.

His kind smelled meaty and really yummy. Some more colorful ones smelled funny, so their flavor may be something different.

Her kind smelled unappetizing. Though, the stronger smell means they're stronger and are more like the colorful people except hungrier, tougher, and louder. Although the people she saw were noisy and attracted the curiosity of others.

Glasses realized he's been talking for too long and that Subject Z was now looking away from him.

He narrowed his eyes and frowned. Glasses reached in the cage and grabbed a fistful of Subject Z's hair and forces her to look at him.

"Why aren't you looking at me?! Honey, this week is our week alone together! No other experiments and no other scientists!"

Subject Z just stared at him blankly. Glasses tsked and left the room with Subject Z staring as he leaves.

'Another day seeing the White Coats.'