You get up as the creaky wake up bell rings, all the other workers pulling on their gloves and masks as they wheel their dead subjects on metal test tables into dim observation/test rooms. All the subjects were pale and naked except for underwear. You were uncomfortable around them, but the High Doctor would execute you if you spoke against the unfairness, or disobeyed him. You roll your subject into the room you work in, closing the door as you prepare yourself. You look down in guilt at the dead body, before standing by the window as you reluctantly get the supplies ready, before you glance behind you and nearly scream at the site of the supposedly dead subject sitting up.