In a Lab

Grace sat in the corner of the room gently rocking. Her mind raced, or at least it attempted to. It was like trying to start an old engine, it was almost running but not yet. Grace couldn’t remember so many things, but she could remember some. There was a face that kept coming up, a girl with black hair and pale skin. Her green eyes shown out from behind her glasses in Grace’s memories. She had some importance to Grace, but what exactly it was Grace couldn’t tell you. Grace rocked back and forth, unable to come to terms with her current situation. Dr Olivia’s words had deeply touched Grace and her mind was flushed with the reality of her situation. She was a zombie, and her friends and family likely were too. Grace felt a tear run down her cheek.

Grace was contemplating killing herself when the door to the room swung open. A person in a hazmat suit entered and swung the door shut behind them. He had a rod in one had and a riot shield in the other.

“Stay where you are!” they said.

Grace recognized it as the first voice she had heard. The guy Dr Olivia had called Mark Li. Grace could see through the face screen his face. Mark was Asian with short cropped hair. He looked on the older side, although that might have been because of his angry expression.

Grace wasn’t intimidated by his look, in fact it turned her on. Grace could envision riding his cock and kissing his lips. Grace could feel her hand going for her pussy but she stopped it.

“Oh be nice Mark, she is our guest after all,” said Dr Olivia through the intercom.

Mark grumbled something incomprehensible under his breath.

Grace saw a change in color out of the corner of her eye, and watched as the clouded window turned clear. It revealed a small room with tables of computers and stacks of papers. Grace could now see two women on the other side of it. One had dark skin and black hair tied into a bun. She eyed Grace nervously. The other had curly red hair that hung in a ponytail down her back. Her face was dotted with freckles and she smiled warmly at Grace. She reached down and pulled a microphone from on of the tables to her mouth.

“Listen, sweetie, I need you to do something for me okay? I promise it’s not anything bad at all ok. I just need you to go with Mark here someplace and promise me you won’t try to fuck him on the way there, ok?”

Grace managed to nod.

“Wonderful, see you there?”

With that the two women filed out of the observation box and Grace turned to face the man named Mark. Mark hadn’t approached her at all, instead he stood still staring at her.

“You hear Dr Olivia, time to go,” he finally said.

So, Grace walked across the room. As she got close to Mark, he moved out of the way allowing her to pass in front of him. He then followed her out into the hallway.

The sheets of metal had been removed, allowing Grace full access to the bunker.

“That way,” said Mark gesturing in a direction.

Grace followed his commands, around a corner and up a short flight of stairs, finally reaching a blue door labeled Lab.

“Try anything in here, and I’ll shock your ass into next week,” said Mark, revealing the rod he held to actually be a cattle prod.

Entering the room, Grace found two reclining chairs, some cabinets, and a desk. The room was covered with tools needed to run experiments and conduct research.

“I hope Mark didn’t give you too much trouble,” said Olivia as she and Carly appeared in their own Hazmat suits from another room.

“Here go ahead and sit down here, we’re just going to run a few tests, I promise none of them will hurt.”

A few test turned out to be more than ten. Taking blood, having Grace cough into a contained, doing logic puzzles, and doing scans of her brain. By the time the two doctors were satisfied three hours had passed.

The two doctors left that room to figure out what any of their data meant, and Mark escorted Grace back to the observation room. Then he left without saying a word. Grace was left alone with her thoughts again, not a good combo at the moment.

Grace couldn’t stop thinking about Dr Olivia. She had been so nice to Grace, and Grace wanted to do something nice for her in return. Mainly **** her to the ground and scissor with her until she came and turned into a zombie like Grace. But Grace knew she couldn’t do that. So, she sat in the room rocking and resisting masturbating to Olivia.

Eventually, the intercom buzzed back to life.

“Excuse me, but we have some information to share with you.”

The voice was a new one, meaning it must belong to Carly, the other scientist.

“From the tests we ran we’ve managed to find that the source of your mental stability despite being a zombie. Your body shows significantly less density of the virus than any other zombie we’ve taken samples from. We aren’t sure why though, is there anything at all that you could think of that would differentiate you from a normal infected?”

It didn’t take Grace long to think of it.

“ I…. I… haven’t had… s..s..s….sex in a while,” Grace **** out.

“Interesting,” said Carly, before turning and leaving the observation box.

Grace returned to her thoughts, waiting for the next update.