Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Mar 12, 2007 19:39:51 GMT -5
Ivan Khrushchev fumbled with his DNA Scanner as he pricked the half rotted flesh of the zombie strapped to the operating table. The Mall Tour had flooded the hospital he was stationed at with plenty of undead and living people alike, and the combination of lack of sleep and constant working had driven him nearly mad. Luckily, unlike his brother, he was good at keeping his cool. The DNA Scanner beeped loudly, and the screen flashed with garbled symbols, and then an error message. The zombies cortex was damaged, and the scan had failed.
"This ones a rotter!" Ivan said, shouting to the other doctors in the back room.
Ivan recorded the condition of the rotter, and moved on to the next patient.
"This ones a rotter!" Ivan said, shouting to the other doctors in the back room.
Ivan recorded the condition of the rotter, and moved on to the next patient.