'How are we doing today?' the monotonous voice asked from age-worn speakers as the unhearing subject in the chamber below continued to pace between two small sections of the wall where it had heard a mouse scurrying along the pipes. It was drawn to light, warmth and the scent of blood, none of which the voice provided and thus it went unnoticed.
Every day the voice would ask a series of questions meant to gauge the mood of the subject and the stage of Zombieism they were currently experiencing. This particular subject used to be known as Rania when she was alive, a biochemistry student who volunteered for the program which ended up causing the complete and utter annihilation of humanity just a few dozen meters above her test chamber.
As she slowly succumbed in a stable and heavily controlled environment, outside her friends and family tore each other to shreds as the disease raged like a wildfire in July. By the time she was at the final stage and had officially died, everyone she'd ever loved had been shambling after birds and rodents for months.
Still, every day the computerised voice asked 'How are we doing today?' as it scanned the room for changes in temperature and temperament before powering down to conserve its dwindling power supply as the grids went offline one-by-one and no human came along to switch on the back-up generator.
It would die long before Rania finished decomposing, still pacing after the mouse in the walls as she fell apart.
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