A/N: Lots of thanks to my beta The Wishyles! All remaining mistakes are mine!
Zombie
It was late at night when Dr McKay heard strange noises coming from his bath.
He grumbled a short "damned rats!" into his pillow, rolled over pulling his blanket tightly around himself, then closed his eyes again. Just before he fell asleep, he remembered that he wasn't in the cheap student's accommodation, which didn't deserve the name "apartment", but in his quarters in Atlantis. And there were no rats. Ever. So, what was making the noise? Had he really heard anything, or was he just imagining it? He strained his ears – ten, twenty, thirty seconds … There! There it was again! There was something in the bath.
Still half asleep he stretched out and turned on the light. Harsh, bright light. With one hand he protected his eyes, while with the other he fumbled for a weapon. His hand fell on a coloured sparkling stone, as big as his fist, which his scientists had brought from PXR-366 and which, as they found out after a thoroughly examination, had no other use than to look pretty.
With the stone firmly in his hand, he approached the bathroom door and was just about to open it when he heard the noise again, much louder, freezing his blood.
It was like the gurgle of a person whose throat had just been cut and who was nevertheless still trying to breathe, and how cruel was this world, that he, a physicist with two degrees, actually knew how that sounded?
Ready for anything, he pushed the door open. He was prepared to defend himself, if… There it was! A pale face with an unyielding look and bloodshot eyes. It stared at him and in the semidarkness he wasn't able to recognize whether it showed rage or fear. His heart was in his mouth and with an enormous effort of will he stood his ground. With a loud scream he threw the stone at the insanely grimacing face in front of him.
The bath-room mirror burst into a hundred pieces, spreading into an unrecognizable pattern on the floor. The waste water from the quarters above him gurgled in the piping, clearing a path through half blocked pipes.
McKay looked at the broken glass, and from each piece the face, which had terrified him a moment before, looked back at him. It was the face of a man who urgently needed a vacation.