I was sitting on the cot in my 'room', waiting for the familiar metal door to open, and the masked guards to lead me away to the testing rooms.
You see, I live in a place called 'Area 52'. No, not Area 51 where all the aliens are, Area 52. The people here don't specialize in aliens, we do something codenamed 'Salvation Project'.
Well, I shouldn't say something, but rather some one. I'm that person.
My full name- or rather number- is Salvation Project Experiment 72626842. My only family is my dad, but everyone calls him Dr. Jones. Even me. After I was born, I was taken away from my mother, to be in Salvation Project.
Just about every day there I was injected with multiple drugs, bitten by zombies, and then went through obstacle courses that took hours upon hours to complete.
I bet your wondering why I had to do this. You see, the people at Area 52 new, they new somehow, that there would be a zombie apocalypse, and it was their job to design a new race of people that could continue on, called 'Salvations'. They have only succeeded in creating one. And that's me.
I hate the people of Area 52. How could they completely give up on their own species? Instead of creating a new race, they should be trying to save their own by getting ready for the zombies! Idiots.
So anyways, for the past 22 years of my life I have been holed up in a giant underground building, being bitten by walkers literally every single day. Life sucks sometimes.
But today was different. When the door opened, the guards weren't there. In there place, was a zombie. It looked at me with its diluted, foggy eyes, and automatically started to stumble in my direction. I sat up from the cot, and kicked it onto its back. I proceeded to bash its head in, getting my foot and loose white pants covered in blood and brains. Ick.
I peered around the door, and saw not one person in the grey- painted hallway. This wasn't right, the hall were always, always filled with staff and guards.
Then, my sensitive ears picked up some sound. It was shuffling, and not very far away.
Suddenly, from around the corner came a herd of zombies. And when I saw who they were, I felt like screaming with joy. The herd was the staff and guard. Area 52 had been overrun. The apocalypse was here!s The only reason why I couldn't hear it was because my room was soundproof, I guess so I couldn't hear any plans the staff had for me the next to day.
I was finally, finally free! No more tests, no more forced zombie-bites, no more torturous obstacle courses. No more Dr. Jones!
Then, I remembered where I was. The zombies had easily spotted me, as I was the only person in the hallway. Damn.
Wait a second, why was I worried? I'm me! Trained to take on twice as many walkers as these ones!
And so, about two minutes later, I opened up the un-locked door to my room, to find that the hallways where now a lovely shade of zombie blood. Thank god the guards here at Area 52 carry grenades on their belts!
"Woohoo! Freedom! Take that Dr. Jones! This is what you get when you mess with me! Hahahaha! Yeah!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
I then skipped down the halls, running into a few more smaller herds, but throwing some leftover grenades at them which splattered zombie all over the place, including me. I now smelt of rotting flesh and was now sporting gut-covered clothes.
Today was a good day.
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