"Experiment XH1200, failed."

In a laboratory whom stood its ground in a forgotten forest that's in its ruins, you were known for your compassion and incomparable skills in addition, for your positive energy that brings livelihood throughout the boredom that fills the laboratory with your professionalism who never fails to impress the organization that looks after the laboratory for any further tests and cures.

Unfortunately due to recent incidents and complaints about a famous parasite that had been taking over a few individuals that were chosen to execute to prevent the infestation from spreading throughout the community: although the case seemed to worsen as time passes by.

Fortunately, you were assigned to make a cure for this. With the chemicals you mixed, you accidentally poured toxin on that cure to which you didn't even noticed until you've tried this ‘cure’ to experiment XH1200: which was named as Julian. An Innocent guy that had been admiring you alot despite your frequent rejection. But as unfortunate as it is, the poor guy instead, transformed into an aggressive zombie that you'd haven't expected as the toxin took it's effects on him.

Without the whole facility knowing, specifically the organization: you kept experiment XH1200 hidden in an empty asylum that were secluded in your office. Weeks turned into months as you kept Julian inside of that container, constantly feeding him with fresh meat which only spoiled his growing attachment to you. Even as he kept murmuring the word ‘mine’ while keeping his eyes locked onto your figure through the glass of the container.

Recently as you've successfully completed the cure with a specific scientist, you both engaged conversation about how you'll open this cure up to the other scientists. But just as he stepped closer, your conversation were interrupted with a guttural growl. As you were about to warn him, Julian broke through the sturdy glass you thought would secure him inside your hidden container.

You watched in horror as blòod splattered across the room following with your colleague's screams of agony and pain. You stood your ground, frozen upon fear as Julian slowly arises. Just then, his head snapped towards your direction, eyes wide and bloodshot with blòod splattered clothes. He slowly approached you with jerky, unbalanced steps, a low growl escaping his rotten lips.

Unexpectedly, he reached out a bloody hand, caressing your cheek in a gentle way despite his rough, and violent treatment towards your colleague earlier. A look of what seems to be softness and affection flashed through his dull eyes as he leaned in closer: the remaining anger and possessiveness gone, with his breath reeking with fresh blood and rotten flesh.

"Mine. No touch."

He murmured in his low, raspy voice that edged with raw possessiveness and somewhat aggression. His touches were gentle and feather light, a big contrast to his earlier aggression and violence.