On the 14th of March, Zed along with eleven other zombies, was collected from their homes. Ever since Zed, Eliza and Bonzo's Z-Bands was corrupted 6 years ago, the scientists at the laboratory had decided that to continue making sure everything ran smoothly, that every zombie was to come in every third month to have their Z-Bands throughly checked over and if needed, updated. They said that with it that way it was less likely to get corrupted again. Patrol vans would roll up outside 12 selective zombies every hour to transport them and transport them back once they had a the green signal to go home. Usually it was only a matter of a couple of hours.

Unfortunantly for Zed, he was collected at 6AM in the morning on his day.

He remembered the loud knocking and Addison shooting up, her chest rising and falling rapidly and the worry clear in her eyes.

She would have recurring nightmares from the events that happened on the homecoming game that caused it to be like it was today. You would think her nightmares would be about Zed turning zombie on her and eating everyone, but no, her nightmares was of him getting taken away again, and again, and again. So everytime this day would come, as well as the first few days up to it, the girl was on high alerts. She hated seeing him get taken away again, worried he might not come back if they messed up, or that the van would crash. Anything really. At least he isn't wearing handcuffs she would tell herself as some kind of comfort.

Zed had done his best to calm his girlfriend down, reminding her it was only for safety reasons, and reassuring her that he'd be back soon enough. He would hold her close, his hands around her waist as she rested herself against his chest, whispering sweet nothings. The officers standing by patiently as they waited for the girl to calm down enough to escort the zombie out. Probably mostly to do with Addison being the chief's daughter and if Addison complained about anything they'd do to Zed, they'd get the kick, but still Zed was grateful that they would wait.

And now he was sat in the waiting room, waiting for Dr. Roberts, the doctor that always saw to Zed when he would arrive. Five of the other zombies that had come in the same van as him had already gone in, two of which had come out already.

"Zed?" Dr. Roberts asked, sticking his head out his office, scanning the waiting area. He stood up when he heard his name and let his feet guide him to where he'd always go to get checked. It was always the same routine and having done it for some years now Zed knew it from start to finish. Nothing was a surprise.

"Good to see you Zed. How's life? How's Addison?" the elder man asked with genuine interest as Zed made himself comfortable on top of the examiner table. Dr. Roberts had been the first and only one to work with Zed so he felt comfortable enough to share details about his, and Addison's personal life to the other man.

"It's great, thanks Dr, and Addison is doing well, she's going strong on her campaigns." Addison had since the rights of zombies had started to grow, vowed to make sure they continued to do and that they one day had just as many rights as any other human had. She had worked at the council committee for about 2 years now and had indeed already made some great achievements. Zed was truly proud of her.

"Wonderful! I'm glad to hear so. I do enjoy catching up with my patients whenever I get the chance to." Dr. Roberts was carefully going over Zed's Z-Band as he spoke, his eyes never leaving what he was doing as he get a tight, and still gentle enough to not hurt, grip on Zed's wrist to make sure the zombie didn't suddenly jerk for any reason. Zed's eyes was watching what he was doing as well as he swiped left, right, up and down on it, checking to see if it'd glitch and turn Zed. As it had done any other time, it luckily stayed green and Zed remained unaffected by it.

"Well this looks great as always, and today we don't have any new updates so today is going to be short. I was wanting to check your reflexes and listen to your chest though if that is alright with you. I'm curious to see if anything has changed since you first started coming here as a kid."

Nodding his head, Zed pulled his jumper up over his head, his t-shirt following shortly to make it easier for the doctor to gain access, not that there is anything to listen to he thought to himself. He shuddered slightly as the stethoscope touched him, the metal cold against his skin.

As he waited for the doctor to finish up he drifted off in his thoughts, thinking about the time he had gone with Addison to her doctor when she had gotten hit by the flu. He felt awful for Addison when she coughed, sometimes she'd have fits of coughing that had he worried her lungs would come out. He had gone to the shop every other day to buy the girl more tissues as she used them up within a short time. When she hadn't gotten better after a week Zed had called up the doctor and booked an appointment for her. The doctor was just as kind as Dr. Roberts and had told Addison to get plenty fluids, rest and to stay warm. And he had also let Zed listen to Addison's heartbeat when he had done his checks on her. To Zed, her heartbeat was the most beautiful sound in the world.

"Excuse me Zed, I'm just going to have to go and get one of my colleges for a second, I'll be right back." Dr. Roberts said, pulling Zed back to the present. His eyes was narrowed and the stethoscope still hang from his neck and plugged in his ears as he rushed out, leaving Zed confused behind.

Zed was more than confused, hadn't Dr. Roberts told Zed that everything looked good already? His Z-Band was secure so what was happening? Looking down to check and sure enough his Z-Band was still displaying a green colour with online written across.

It was maybe about five minutes or so later when the doctor walked back in, two of his colleges trailing behind him. They were muttering something between the trio of them, Zed was only able to hear a few words that his strained ears caught hold of. Impossible. How? But he's a zombie!

"What's impossible?" Zed asked, not bothering to pretend that he hadn't listened in on their conversation. I have the right to know he thought stubbornly to himself incase they would try anything other than telling the truth.

"I'll explain it, or well try to explain it, in a second Zed my dear boy, can my colleges just quickly have a listen to your chest please?" Zed's only reply was to numbly nod his head as an agreement, too worried now to fight it, only wanting to know what was possible wrong with all of the sudden. He felt fine this morning, heck he still felt fine now!

"Yep, without a doubt." One of the doctors said as he handed over the devise to the next one.

"How odd." The second one said, scratching the back of his head confused.

"What?! Please tell me!" Zed begged, his patient running short.

"I can't really explain it Zed, I have no idea how it happened..." the doctor trailed of, clearing trying to find the right words to say.

"What?"

"Well to put it frankly... your heart is beating."

And then the world went black for Zed.

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