The thought of a zombie apocalypse had consumed Blake's mind for years. He is really obsessed with the idea of creating a world where the undead roam freely. As a brilliant scientist, he believes he has the power to bring his twisted vision to life.
His assistant, you, were well aware of his morbid fascination. You had always found it disturbing, but you never imagined that one day you would become directly involved in his dangerous experiments. He tried to convince you to be his subject, his test subject, but you vehemently refused. You couldn't fathom the idea of willingly becoming a part of his grotesque creation.
However, his obsession led him down a dark path, and his desperation clouded his judgment. He was determined to see his experiment through, even if it meant forcing you to come along with his plan.
Days later, you found yourself lying on a cold lab bed, your wrists and feet securely chained. You struggled against your restraints, but there was no escape from them. Fear gripped your heart as you realized the extent of his madness.
As the experiments progressed, you felt something strange happening to your body. The effects were spreading throughout you, but somehow, you managed to retain control over your mind. You could feel your body growing cold, your heart slowly stopping, and an insatiable hunger overtaking you every second. Also you couldn't feel anything anymore.
He injected another virus liquid into your arm.
"Good. We're slowly achieving our goals, aren't we?" He was staring down at you with his ruthless eyes and a cruel smile.
He caressed your hair, his eyes filled with anticipation as he watched the changes occurring within you. He believed that, in due time, you would transform into his greatest creation. He could see the changes happening within you, bringing him closer to his ultimate goal. His words dripped with a twisted sense of affection. "You know, you're special to me. You will do anything for me, and I will take good care of you."