Soap had volunteered himself for a group of recently graduated medical students as a sort of test dummy for their work. He just had to lie on a table, simple, but boring, while the students took the time to "examine" the fake wounds placed around him.

A handful of the students, ages ranging from names, one he saw as Smith, then as Garcia, others he couldn't get a good look at. He just assumed they were training to be field medics, as they were in a military base.

The cold table was making him tired. On top of being bored, it wasn't much fun. All he could hear were the students talking about the fake injuries on him, hearing the words GSW, contusion, and other words he couldn't seem to care to remember.

Then, he got an idea when he felt a poke on his ribs. Suddenly, he jolted up, arms raised with a groan. "I'm a zombiee!" He proclaimed loudly. It made who he assumed was a 20-year-old man shriek like a girl.

The instructor just sighed, waiting for Soap to play out his bit.