• Alystir was in a white room. Neon white lights shone down upon him from the cieling, reflecting off of his grey skin. He was dressed in a black jumpsuit, and was deprived of general bodily maintinance product for days. As well as food. And for a zombie, this meant pain. On three sides of him there were white walls, the fourth wall having a large glass window he couldn't break no matter how hard he pounded with his fists. On the wall with the window there was also a locked door, but no-one ever came through it.

    Every day he would see Liam on the other side of the glass, talking to him. It used to be comforting, having the boy there to keep him company. But lately it has just been excruciating torment as Liam has been looking more and more delicious every day. Alystir sat curled up in the furthest corner of the room facing the window, waiting for his new friend's visit and as scheduled, he arrived.

    Liam stepped through a door into the dimly lit room adjacent to Alystir's, sitting down on a small wooden chair. He sat with a straight back, hands in his lap, looking very pristine as usual. He was dressed that day in a pair of grey trousers with a black shirt and a white lab coat, the beautiful blonde hair Alystir liked so much left down. "How are you doing today, Alystir?" He spoke softly, his voice coming from a speaker set just below the window.

    "My head feels like it's going to explode any second now, Liam." Alystir replied, hugging his knees to his chest.

    "We're asking you to endure it just a bit longer, Alystir." Liam replied, lifting a hand to settle his fingertips upon the glass.

    Alystir lifted his gaze to Liam. He felt like crying, but had no more tears left to cry. He'd dried up after he died. "Who is this 'we' you keep talking about? Why are you making me suffer this? It isn't like I wanted to be this way. Killing is in my nature. My instinct. I'm not bad, I can't help myself!" Alystir dropped his head to his knees, heaving a sob. Every fiber of his being wanted to leap up and claw at the window to attempt to get at the one person he liked to eat his brains. His hands moved to curl into his messy black and pink hair, resting on either side of his throbbing head.

    Liam stood and moved closer to the glass, pressing his palm and forehead against the smooth surface as he watched the poor creature writhing in agony inside. "Soon.. Soon we'll begin the training and you'll understand everything. You'll feel so much better when it's all over."