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"What were you thinking?" asked the doctor.

"That’s she’s a typhoid Mary," said Harold.

"Maybe she can transmit it sexually?" asked the doctor.

"Or with any body fluid," said Harold.

"I hadn’t considered that," said the doctor. "But won’t someone miss them?"

"I doubt they’ll tell anyone that they’re going to go rape a virgin," said Harold. The doctor thought for a moment.

"Good point," he said. "I’ve been up a while do you need anything before I take a nap?"

"No," said Harold. He watched as Jessica swallowed hard. "I think she might be about to turn."

"She also might have an upset stomach from us not feeding her enough," said the doctor. "Document it anyway."

"Sure," said Harold. He walked over to a cabinet and retrieved a camera and a tripod. "I put these up because you refused to change."

"I see we have some results," he zoomed the camera to her mouth. Her mouth moved. "Do you have something to say?" He walked up to her, but stayed a few feet away. She felt her stomach rumble again. Letting her hatred swell up she spit. The huge wad of blood and bile hit Harold in the face. He panicked and tried to wipe the blood off. Harold backed into the nearest cage and then fell down. Using all of her strength she pulled at her restraint on her right arm. She suddenly saw herself. The image of her body disgusted her.

Jessica opened her eyes. Harold stood staring at her. His eyes were red and bloody. Tears of blood dripped from his eyes. She knew he was infected, but he didn’t move. She moved her arm to pull it out of the shackle. He grabbed hold of her arm and pulled. The shackle broke. He let go as Jessica reached her hand up. Realizing her chance she reached over and unbuckled her other arm. A minute later she unlatched herself from the table.

Jessica stepped off and ran to the door. Two things stopped her. She was naked and suddenly very hungry. Jessica decided to look through the cabinets and lockers. She felt them staring at her. Suddenly feeling weak she sat down in a chair.

She realized how hungry she was. Harold ran around the room knocking things off shelves and tables. He found a box and brought it to her. In it were snack cakes. Jessica pulled out a couple and ate them quickly. 

She dozed off.

Jessica woke up as Harold pulled on the cages. She looked at him.

"Turn it," she said. Harold turned the latch on the door. The woman zombie walked out slowly. Jessica opened the second door and the zombie walked out. It looked at the woman and then at Jessica. She realized something about the woman.

"Go, eat a snake cake, or two," she said. The woman walked over to the table. "Let’s get the last ones open."

Jessica walked back to the girl. She had eaten three cupcakes. Jessica grabbed the last one.

"You’re still alive," Jessica said to her. She watched how the other zombies didn’t react to her. If Jessica knew more about science she could figure it out; she touched the woman’s face. It was warm; she didn’t find any bruises or other blemishes.

Jessica knew how to find out what’s outside the room. First she had Harold retrieve her clothes from a locker. Harold opened the door. The young woman walked out. He closed the door. Jessica closed her eyes and saw what she saw.

Two security guards sat in the hallway. One sat in a chair reading a book while the other slept on a bench. The girl bumped into the first guard’s feet.

"Matt," said the guard. He threw and unopened Snickers at the sleeping guard. "We have an escapee."

"This isn’t the dangerous one," said Matt. Jessica snuck up behind him and pushed him against a wall, she covered his mouth with her hand. Harold and two other zombies attacked the second guard. Matt’s eyes glazed over. Jessica wondered if she caused it. Matt joined their ranks along with the other guard.

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