Will things get that way in the Zombie Bunnies world? Well everyone is doing their part – whether it helps or hinders…well, we’ll find out soon enough.
The Reckoning is still at hand, now we’ll see what Emma has been up to. When we last left her, she’s was at the lab/tv show, working on something...
Emma leaned back and considered the bunny in the cage on the lab table. It couldn’t consider her back; the walls of the small box were tinted on the inside, so that it couldn’t see out, or even its own reflection. Still the bloodshot eyes unnerved her, the constantly twitching mouth, as though waiting for release, or feeding.
She worked as hard as the others to figure out how to counter the zombie-ism. Would it be a cure to bring bunnyism back to normal, an antidote to prevent other bunnies (and other species) from infection? Or would it be a poison targeted towards bunnies, zombiefied or not, to wipe them out completely? Whatever brings the best results, I guess.
‘The result’ depended mainly on the person and their motives & motivation. Emma’s name had not yet been called; she knew that it was only a matter of time. And when it was, she knew her peers (some she knew, others had been flown in under one pretense or another) were working for themselves; there would be no support, advice or well wishes. She would never let another see her research. Emma thought back to what Dr. Hodgkins did to Dr. Siria when he caught her going through his files after a tryst.
A timer went off. Well, here goes… something. She stood and walked to a refrigerator which contained a row of prepared test tubes, and samples of ‘pure’ rabbit meat. From the tubes, she chose ‘Solution C-1’, and took a sample as well. Using slender tongs, she dipped the meat into the tube, then carried it to the cage and opened a small latch at the top. The zombunny began to shift and scratch at the slippery walls, knowing the meal was coming, and snatched the morsel from the tongs. It rolled and tore at the meat, devouring it in seconds. Now we wait.
We. Emma watched closely, knowing another set of eyes was deciding if it was her time as well.