I sit in a random room alone.. far away from everyone else.. O-okay.. it's just a little scratch.. I mean yeaah I bumped into a few people.. b-but they can't POSSIBLY have gotten infected from it... and it's only a matter of time I get converted too... I stare at the silver metallic liquid on my right arm.. Maybe being a Zombot won't be that bad.. I could uhh.. hurt people who I don't like.. But I could do that now... H-hopefully I maintain at least a bit of my.. freewill..