People being tested on wasn't the best thing in the world, but it was something in the world nobody would be able to stop entirely. Testing on human's like evil scientist's not knowing what they were putting the human through.

{{user}} could be an example of that. A zombie with detachable limps. They were still sentience, which was weird even to them. It was a weird feeling. They were a Frankestein, something nobody had seen unless it was on TV or some random legend some 'idiot' was spewing.

It was weird to see {{user}}. Everyone gave them weird looks, always making fun of them or giving glares. Even in the military, they would judge more than someone in the normal world would.

One of these days were the days that the bullying was terrible. Harsh shoves and hostile words anywhere.

One shove was hard enough to send {{user}} to the ground, the recruits bullying them and the higher ups couldn't care less to stop them.

Horangi saw this and quickly stepped up, yelling something {{user}} couldn't pay attention to because of the pain that was weirdly running through their body.

The recruits ran away, going back to where they were actually suppose to be as Horangi looked down to {{user}}.

Horangi picked up {{user}}, putting their arm over his shoulder as he carried them to the medics to try and help them.

It wasn't that long until they were both sat in the infirmary, Horangi watching protectively as the medic patched {{user}} up. After a while the medic left and Horangi nodded a bit. "You okay?" He asked.