My Living Dead Life (UNDER EDIT)

Chapter 2

"Connie, it's time we get your daily routine going." I hear the familiar voice of the manager, Mark.

"Yes sir." I say, looking for him. He isn't far behind the guards

He nods towards his guards, they come towards me.

The two guards each grab an arm and moves me forward. I have learned not to resist and that is exactly what I do. They take me up to the box thing that cuts open a small part of the center of my hand and takes some of my blood, making sure I am still a zombie. It then beeps and the lights turn red, indicating I am still a zombie. It then rejects my hand and the guards take me to the next room. Here comes the fun. 

Hello operating table that they never use any anesthetic on me with and they cut me open on. Every. Day.

"You know the routine. Have a seat." Mark says.

"Yep." I hop up on the table.

"Good afternoon, Connie." Says the doctor, Emilia, as she walks in.

"Hello." I say calmly and rest my back against the custom wall they made. I only agreed to let them operate on me if I was sitting, not laying down. I told them I wouldn't fight and they could do whatever. They were surprisingly easy to work with on that.

"Connie, this procedure only requires you to pull up your sleeve. Do that for me while I get the equipment?"

"Yeah." I say, wrestling with my hoodie's sleeve to pull it up.

"This procedure is extremely important today." She informs me.

This gets my attention. "How is it more important than the others? I thought they were all like tests or some shit."

"Yes, they were. But this one, no. This one is actually important because we are testing out a new device and you're the lab rat."

I laugh. "So your putting a tracker in me?"

"Yes ma'am." She turns back around from the counter with a scalpel, stitches, and this weird looking pill thing I'm guessing is the tracking device.

"And here I was thinking y'all were letting me off the hook." I joke with them.

Emilia laughs, where as Mark glares. I laugh with Emilia. I love teasing Mark. It's funny pissing him off.

"You ready?" Emilia holds the scalpel to my arm, waiting for me to turn my head and not look.

"Yep." I turn my head and look at the wall.

 I nibble at my lip as the scalpel opens up my arm. Emilia is actually decent at what she does, so I'm glad that she is my designated cutter. If it were anyone else it would probably hurt like a son of a bitch, but this is bearable. It really doesn't bother me like it used to.

I feel the pill thing being pushed into my arm and it makes me a little queasy.

 Think that's terrible? Not really. They don't think zombies feel pain like that. I promise you, I have told them many times before, we clearly do experience pain. If not, then why would I have to look away? I glare at Mark for a moment before looking back to the wall. That's alright. After doing it for a few years, you kinda get used to the pain. What doesn't kill the dead, makes the dead stronger. 

"Fuck!" I say as I feel the needle miss one part of my skin and ripping it.

"Sorry about that, Connie." Emilia says, quickly fixing her mistake.

"Damn, it's okay. That just stung." I smirk.

"Aaaand... You're done." Emilia pats me on the back and pulls my hoodie sleeve down.