Talk:Zombie/@comment-26852465-20160229025050/@comment-27069434-20160411122042

Also, WWID.

There's noone seeing us, it's he and me now. My inner mad scentist takes over instantly. Being more agile than the Zombie, I dodge her grasp, but do not disengage entirely. Instead, I goad her by keeping just a few steps ahead so that she does not lose interest in me and doesn't make too much noise. I lead the girl back to the only building suitable for my little experiment - the sperm bank. Having the supply far greater than the demand due to the Order-affiliation, this bank always had vast storages filled to the brim, so feeding one or two Zombies shouldn't be too hard if rationing the resources sparingly. I lock the girl in one of the 'donating rooms', fetch her some 'food' and try to talk to her once she's fed to see if she can be reasoned with once her hunger is sated. Let's see how far the 'for the science' can take us both without resorting to intercourse, which wouldn't be professional right now.