“What happens when the creatures in the movies are no longer just imagination?” The nurse asked, skittish at the sight in front of her. She hated the smell of blood. The doctor on the other hand, just smiled.
“Science, my dear… We get science and progress.”
When the 'Human Reactivation Team' had picked a random body from a random morgue to test their cure for death, Elijah Rilind became a household name. His death had made him a celebrity.
He was the first ever zombie created, contained, and displayed like a rare animal species in the zoo. He was just that rare and special.
Everyone flocked to see him in great numbers and they all took turns pointing, laughing, and making the obvious "brain and bath salt" jokes.
This was the problem; people automatically assumed he was exactly like the zombies they loved to watch on TV and read about in books: slow and dim, hungry for brains, and that they had the perfect plan to survive if he ever got out... if the virus started to spread.
Everyone was wrong. Containment didn't work.
How many lives were ruined for that mistake?