I've just always wondered what House would act like in the whole Walking Dead scenario - and well, here is my product of my imagination. I'm thinking it'll be a one-off thing - but i'm up for continuing it if anyone displays any interest towards it :)
House stared in sick fascination at the repulsive yet enthralling sight lay out before him on the ice-cold surface in the morgue. His moronic co-workers had finally managed to capture a live specimen for him to 'experiment' on. He had been getting bored with the 'dead-er' test subjects - they just weren't as lively as the other ones bumbling around everywhere outside. Everyone left in Princeton Plainsboro Hospital hoped that he would be able to find a cure - idiots. House knew as soon as this 'apocalypse' began, that there was no hope of a cure. Unlike all of the Bible-preaching douche-bags, House knew that hope, is for sissies.
If the virus was man-made, anyone who created it would be long gone and eaten by now. He was just satisfying that itching urge in the back of his head - pushing him to find out what made these things so different from humans - although technically they're still mildly alive - they move and 'eat'.
'Does that make it illegal to perform an autopsy on one?' he pondered, his eyes glinting mischeviously as his hand ran over his overgrown stubble on his cheeks.
"First time for everything," he mumbled, reaching out for the scalpel lying on the tray next to him.
He'd already refused to let Chase help him out, he could still see the pout on the younger man's face alongside his annoying British accent.
"But we're still a team, House. I can help," Chase insisted, staring determinedly at him.
"I admit, there is no 'I' in team," House stated, sighing loudly in defeat, his eyes narrowed at Chase who visible let out a sigh of relief.
"But there is a 'me' if you jumble it around," he finished, he didn't bother to stare any longer at Chase's dumbfounded expression. Instead, he limped off before Chase could say anything else more stupid.
The geek/zombie/walker began struggling against the tight straining leather straps holding it down onto the shiny metal suface. Its pale dead eyes zoomed in on House, widening in starvation.
Its mouth was open, revealing the broken stumps of teeth with decaying human flesh stuck in between them. It looked as though it had bathed in blood, the red liquid trailed down its face mixing with the yellow pus forming around its wounds. House couldn't help but lean closer to stare in amazement at the zombie's body: its intestines were hanging out of its abdomen - slowly slapping off the metallic table everytime the walker snarled and attempted to move so it could chew off House's devilishly handsome face.
House merely grinned and murmured a singsong "Na-na-na-na-na," tormenting the animal - its cries were more primal than a human's and its eyes lacked the humanity that even he possessed a small amount of - not that he'd ever admit he was humane.
House ignored the dangerous growls and grunts of his test subject and began to make a long straight incision with the scalpel down from the cold grey throat to just above its intestines. House's hand was confident and quick, not even pausing when his 'patient' began thrashing around violently.
"Interesting," he murmured, his grey eyes widening and his lips pursing in concentration.
The walker didn't even look like it had felt the wound. House grinned evilly as his other hand reached for his shortened supply of vicodin. He was definitely going to enjoy this case.
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