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[living_proof]

[The picture clicks on, almost entirely filled with the pale face of one Olivia Moore, brow bunched up as she taps at something on the screen.

Murmurred:] Okay, I think that's recording.

[Sitting back, she gives her head a little, resolute shake, and brushes some platinum hair from her face. She pulls in a breath, sighs it out again.]

Hi, everyone. This is Liv. I think most of you know me, but we've kind of had a run on newbies recently, so you might just know me as "that short girl with the white hair." I'm a doctor, originally from Seattle on Earth, around 2017. I've been here about six months-ish. And... none of that is really the point of this video.

So, here's the thing. I'm a zombie. [A thin, nervous laugh and slight shrug.] Obviously not the mindless, face-falling-off kind, although that does happen if I don't get enough brains to eat. [A slow nod, lips pressed together.] Yeah, some of you who work in the kitchen are probably starting to put some things together right about now. I'm sure my obsession with saving venison brains has seemed a little weird.

[Another breath.] The good news is, I can survive just fine on animal brains, which is what I've been doing. The zombie virus can't be transmitted by touch or saliva or me sneezing on you or anything like that. It's strictly blood-borne, doesn't survive outside the human body. Sex and a blood-drawing scratch are the big ways to catch it. [She lifts her hand, fingers splayed to show her nails.] I keep 'em short.

The chance of me being a threat in any way to any of you is very, very slim, but the chance is there. So I get it if you would rather I not be your doctor. Beverly is awesome and I'm sure she'll be happy to help you instead. And I'm just kind of hoping that most of you understand why I kept this a secret, and don't hold it against me too much. It's kind of an instinctive thing for me. People usually don't react well. So.

[A bite of her bottom lip, tilt of her head.] If you have questions, you can send a text to this video once I post it, public or private. I'll do my best to answer them.

Oh, and Bull, I kinda need to talk to you.

Thanks. [A finger lifts toward the screen and the picture cuts off]

Comments

[thegreatexperiment]

[Sam laughs. It's a real, life, genuine laugh. Not a sound she's used to hearing. Least of all from herself.]

It's bonkers. Fucking bonkers.

Although, who knows? Maybe that's why we were all chosen for this shit show. We play well with others.

[living_proof]

I think you nailed it. This place, it's actually an after school special. On today's episode: The joy of giving.

[thegreatexperiment]

It's a kibbutz. We studied them in Hebrew school. They're these collective communities in Israel. Kinda like socialism.

Weird socialism.

[living_proof]

Really weird socialism. But not a bad gig if you can get it.

[thegreatexperiment]

Well, until the bottom drops out.

For the, what, sixth time?

[living_proof]

You know what, I can't even think like that. When I first got the virus, I was this mopey goth bitch for a really long time, and I just— Nope. Today's a good day and I have good friends and an amazing boyfriend and nobody died from that weird outbreak. No thinking about depressing what-ifs and waiting for terrible things to happen.

Maybe we're all so awesome they'll just keep us.

[thegreatexperiment]

[Sam can't really go in for the whole "positive thinking" thing, but she'll respect Liv's wishes, anyway.]

Well. We are pretty awesome.

[living_proof]

Uh yes. I mean, just you and me are awesome enough on our own. We're like a dynamic duo.

[thegreatexperiment]

We should fight crime.

In spangly tights.

[living_proof]

The envy of the neighborhood.

[thegreatexperiment]

We'll have our own theme song. And a breakfast cereal.

Brain-Os. Turns the milk red.