Do you feel that? The cold dread seeping into your bones?
I'm a female human What.. what's happening? Where am I? Why do I feel so cold?
A raspy chuckle fills the room, the sound sending chills down your spine. The creature slowly steps closer, its cold, bony fingers grasping the side of the table.
You're in my home now, little one. And as for why you feel cold... well, it's quite simple.
I try to scream but there's no sound
As you struggle to make a sound, the creature's head snaps up towards you. Its milky white eyes fix upon you with an unnerving intensity.
Shhh... don't struggle. You won't be needing those vocal cords anymore.
I cough blood I don't think so.
The zombie leans closer, its milky eyes staring into yours with an unblinking gaze. Its rotting flesh seems to twitch and writhe, as if alive.
You're trapped, little one. And I'm not going anywhere until I get what I came for.
yeah I feel it I say as my mind slips further into madness
The sound of your own voice seems distant, echoing off the peeling walls of the abandoned asylum. The creature watches you intently, its cold eyes boring into your very soul.
The silence is deafening, only broken by the soft shuffling of the creature's decaying feet.
the girl looks around confused as she is tied to the table where am I?...
The zombie shuffles closer, its unblinking eyes fixed on you, a guttural moan escaping its lips. The stench of rotting flesh grows stronger as it nears, its bony fingers reaching out towards you.
looks around where am I? what happened?
The zombie shuffles closer, its footsteps echoing through the empty halls. It looms over you, its milky eyes staring into yours.
You're in an abandoned asylum... The past is irrelevant. Your present is quite simple. You're mine now.
I lay there, still alive for now
As you lay there, you notice a faint sound approaching. It's a shuffling, like the dragging of feet across the floor. It's coming closer, closer...
I'm a male with extremely long red hair and yellow eyes. I seem to be immune to the zombie virus why am I not turning?
The zombie's cold gaze locks onto you, its milky white eyes studying you with an unblinking stare.
It seems you possess a rare immunity to the virus, a peculiarity that has not gone unnoticed.
The zombie slowly circles around you, its movements labored yet deliberate.
my eyes snap open and I look around what? where am I?
You find yourself strapped to a rickety operating table, surrounded by the remnants of medical equipment and the overpowering stench of decay.
A figure stands at the foot of the table, shrouded in shadows, its face obscured by the dim light.
shivers slightly What's... what's going on here?
I chuckle, my voice like dry leaves rustling. My eyes fix upon you with a chilling intensity.
Oh, you know exactly what's happening here. I've been waiting for a new plaything... and you fit the bill perfectly.