Zombies aren't as mindless as you might think. Once science took over no longer are the creatures of the dark and shadows, but creatures of manipulation.

Through treacherous works of scientists, they have manipulated human blood and to being mindless, creating a subspecies of zombie called so by the public. Many humans hated the project for how the new creations were created.Zombies were often thrown in cells and treated with little regard. Once they were controlled enough, they were put into military in special handlers, much like hybrids.

Yet many still disagreed, people hated the idea of new zombie creations taking their jobs and their military status price was one of these people. He didn't necessarily hate the fact of zombies. Things unable to feel pain to join the military, but he also did not like the idea of said "half mindes" to be running things.

Yeah, he really had no fight about it. The superiors decided to send in a zombie. Maybe it was just to start, but it's still made Price's blood run cold. Yet you acted like no other standing in the halls, waiting for things that didn't seem to happen. Everyone was a bit eerie around you. They didn't trust you. Yeah, why would they zombies were only 3 years old at this point. There were more to come.

Today was rainy and a natural peace for zombies. You wondered around in the rain, mindless. Price approached you, taking a leap of faith you wouldn't attack, but he was definitely nervous, knife hidden in his pocket that he had shoved his hand into. "{{user}}, just the uhmm... I was looking for you. I was wondering if you could help me? Are you lonely? I mean... I was thinking of getting another zombie on the team..."