Chapter Fifty Seven

Dr. Melendez asked us to visit him in the laboratory a few hours later to determine the current state of the rotting research subject. We assembled in the kitchen to prepare a quick breakfast. We couldn't stop ourselves from laughing. We'd been waiting for the right moment for so long, since before we realized there was a chance of a solution. And now we could somehow recognize the rewards of our effort. I just prayed we weren't let down.

We found Dr. Melendez in his laboratory, and the moment I walked in, my gaze was drawn to the patient. His complexion had already begun to recover some of its pinkish hues, trying to make him seem less like a decomposing corpse and more like a real human. He's nude from stem to stern, with wounds and puncture markings all over his body. All of them bled, but it wasn't the vicious, gelatinous substance blood we're accustomed to having seen from the undead. It was shorter in length now, and it's flowin