username: ignominyy
name: Jeremiah
gender: male (ftm)
prompt #1, their secret:
"What the hell was that?!"
Jeremiah entered the room quickly, looking to his scared colleague
who had just spoken. Closing the door behind them, Jeremiah
placed his back against it, staring at his three co-workers. The one
who had just spoken was pretty shaken up, grasping at the other two
for leverage. Calmly, Jeremiah locked the door before walking
towards them, studying the fear in their faces. "Seemed like the
dead are walking again," he said simply, moving past them to stare
out the window. Placing his hands against the windowsill, he leaned
in, sighing and watching as the window fogged. Looking down
towards the street, everything seemed normal still. "Doesn't seem
like it's affected the outside world yet," he commented, turning back
towards the three. "Who would've done this?" one of the two women
asked, face full of worry as she brought her hands to her chest,
probably feeling her own heartbeat. Blinking once, Jeremiah began
to pace the room, hands gliding over the tables that littered the
room. "Dunno," he replied, "Maybe someone who was tired of
mundane life," his eyes flickered up at their faces and then back
down at the tables. "Was... was it you?" At the other woman's
question he stopped his movements, not looking at them. Shrugging,
he lifted himself up onto one of the tables, sitting down. Beginning
to kick his feet back and forth, he looked to them. A smile began
to grow on his face as he tilted his head. "You look like you've seen
a ghost," he said, voice eerily quiet. "Jeremiah?" the man said softly,
his voice cracking in the middle. The trio took a step back as J
stood one again, a large sigh leaving his mouth. Clicking his tongue
and shaking his head, his slow steps made their way back to them
once again. His eyes stared at the linoleum below them before they
quickly flicked to their faces, grin forming on his face. "You ask too
many questions, you know that?"
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That day, Jeremiah had made sure that nobody would know of what
he had done. Surely the government would've taken him away, and
he wouldn't be able to do any of his experiments anymore. Anybody
who questioned him needed to be eliminated immediately. It was his
little secret that nobody could ever know about. And they wouldn't,
Jeremiah would make sure of that.
"Calm down," he said a bit loudly, stepping back as the walker he was
feeding got a little too close for comfort. "You know I don't like when
you do that," he warned, watching as the walker calmed. Smiling, he
let it eat the last bit of meat it had left. Walking to one of the sinks,
he turned it on and quickly rinsed his hands, wiping them on his lab
coat before walking to a nearby table. Plucking his clipboard from the
cold metal, he quickly jotted down what he had fed to who and how
much. After a few moments of writing, he finally sat it back down,
taking in a deep breath and slowly exhaling it through his nose. Turning
on his heel, he approached a cabinet, crouching down and opening one
of its doors. Studying the contents inside of it, he grabbed a small glass
bottle with the words "explosive(?)". Retrieving a needle from one of
the drawer's, he made his steps over to one of the bigger walkers,
watching as it reached towards him. Slapping its hand down quickly, he
scolded it before sticking the needle into the liquid. Getting some into it,
he made sure there were no air bubbles before sticking it quickly into
the walker's arm. The undead man made a small noise of protest before
Jeremiah quickly closed the door to its chamber, jogging backwards a
few feet. The walker did a few weird movements before slumping against
the glass. Jeremiah slowly tip toed towards it, reaching his hand out and
tapping on the glass with his index finger before jumping back. He
watched as it came back to life, letting out a confused noise before
exploding. Jeremiah jumped a bit at the loud sound, laughing breathlessly
as he let out a "yes!"
