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understand that before too
long. I'll talk to you soon."
    Brant picked up his briefcase and left the
room.
    Stanley just sat on his bed for several
minutes, staring at the wall. This was no blessing. This was a
nightmare. This was hell.
    There was a timid knock at the door.
"Sir?"
    "Martin?"
    "Can I come in?"
    "No, not yet." Stanley hurriedly lay back
down on the bed and pulled the pink blanket completely over him.
"All right, come on in."
    The door opened, somebody walked in, and the
door closed again. "Sir?"
    "Hi."
    Stanley heard Martin approach the bed. "Sir,
I've already seen how you look. You don't have to hide
yourself."
    "I'm not hiding. This blanket is very
comfy."
    "Sir, really. I've seen far more disgusting
things in our videos."
    Stanley pulled the blanket away from his
face. Martin flinched and recoiled a bit, but then composed
himself. He was wearing green slacks and a green sweater, and held
a large glass of water. "Good to see you, sir."
    "Martin, what the hell is going on?" Stanley
quickly sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. "What
did they do to me?"
    "They brought you back."
    "Oh, c'mon, don't you give me that horseshit
too."
    "It's the truth. You were dead. I saw you out
on the road. I was with you in the ambulance. You drowned."
    "I did not drown. People don't die and come
back to life!"
    Martin placed a reassuring hand on Stanley's
shoulder, although Stanley noticed that he hesitated before
actually touching him. "I've never lied to you. I've had plenty of
opportunities to, and I know that you've lied to me many, many
times, but I swear that I have never lied to you in all the time
we've worked together."
    "I know."
    "You were dead, sir. I saw you. I saw you
after it happened, and I saw you in the morgue, and I saw you right
before they brought you back to life on television."
    "So I'm a zombie?"
    Martin shrugged. "I guess that's what you'd
call it."
    "I can't be a zombie, Martin. I just can't. I
can't do the whole hungering for human flesh thing."
    "I don't think that's a requirement."
    "I mean, look at me." Stanley tossed the
blanket aside, stood up and turned around in a circle. "I'm
grotesque. I'm revolting, and appalling, and...and just plain
gross! Don't tell me I don't reek."
    "I won't tell you that."
    "I just...I don't...I don't get it. Why me?
Why bring me back as a rotting monster?"
    "Something about your DNA mixing with the
chemicals. They said it was very complicated."
    "You've got to get me out of here, Martin,"
said Stanley. "I'll go live in a cave or something. I can't stay
here and let them do experiments and stuff on me for the rest of my
life. You know what, I don't even know if I can die again. Can
I?"
    "I'm not sure."
    "Something to look into. But I have to get
out of this place. You can help me, right?"
    Martin was silent for a long moment. "I think
you need to trust these people. They brought you back from the
dead, and they have only your best interests in mind."
    "My best interest? The son of a bitch
strapped me to the bed, left me in the dark, and told me my body
was gonna turn into gook!"
    "That's only if you don't get your
injections."
    "The guy's a sadist. You've got to help me,
Martin. I need you."
    "I'll be here for you, sir. I'm staying in
the bunker. I promise I won't let them hurt you."
    "But I--"
    "I promise I won't let them hurt you," Martin
repeated, looking Stanley in the eye.
    Stanley relaxed. "Okay."
    "I'm going to go now," Martin said. "Oh,
here, this is for you." He handed Stanley the glass of water.
"You're supposed to just lie down. If you get plenty of rest, by
tomorrow you should be feeling fine."
    Stanley nodded. "If you say so."
    "I'll send your parents in, all right?"
    "No. They can't see me like this."
    "Sir, they've seen your body."
    "I don't care what they've seen. I can't let
them see me like this. Tell them to go home."
    "They'll be disappointed."
    "Better disappointed than terrified."
    "All right," said Martin. "If you change your
mind,