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Dust shifted and spiders crawled away from the single ray of light that entered the empty laboratory in the Undead Dorm's Basement. If Val lungs still worked, this would have been when they would have stopped. This was exactly what Val had been looking for. All day he had searched for a perfect room, one where he could work. he knew that there must have been a previous student with a similar scientific disposition as Val's, or an abandoned zombie repair shop. Since he had collected those Gnome parts in admissions, Val had needed a place to store them, his bag was already laden with his tools, so the Gnome parts were where he had kept the 43 Sharp Sisters, in his inner coat pockets. The pooling blood stains were already going to be hard to wash out. At least gnome parts fit so well in his pockets.

"Note to self, look for more Gnomes, they are travel sized." Val Muttered to himself. Looking around he already felt a sense of belonging. The room just needed a little cleaning, nothing could contaminate his future experiments. Val laid his bag down and rummaged through it until he found the anti-bacterial spray that he used before "Play-Time".

"Where to start first Mr M.?" Val asked. As he said those words however something stirred within him. He remembered how Mr M. had been confiscated. Val choked up a little, Mr. M would have known exactly where to start. Val felt a little uneasy, how was he going to collect any more fresh parts? As he sat there wallowing in a brief moment of self-pity, something glowing and green crawled into the room. Even worse, it had left a trail of glowing green slime.

"That will take forever to clean!" Val yelled and the "obviously-too-dumb-it-know-its-own-failings" creepy-crawler. With practiced precision, Val put on his gloves, The Twins, and picked up the worm.

"oh god, oh God, OH GOD!" The twins cried in unison, "this will take forever to get off, please, please get rid of him!"

"Stop complaining", Val retorted, "This green thing is going to be no more than a glowing splatter, BUT OUTSIDE MY ROOM"

The thought that crossed Val's mind, as a black blur of rotting flesh impacted him was "pony". Indeed, while Val was looking at his assailant, some black flesh bag, oozing with worms; Mr T. the tongue depressor, was shouting, "ask the fool: why the long face?" Val was not going to even dignify Mr. T with a response. Instinctively, as Val fell, he reached for his machete.

"He's not here fool, get over him, he is gone!" Mr. T yelled out again. Val was almost going to cry, fortunately his tear ducts stopped working around 1910.

When Val and the Black Sack of Contamination fell, He heard a pop and a snap. He looked at the hand carrying the Glow-worm. It was bent 105 degrees the wrong way. Val hated these types of injuries. They were completely inconvenient. Thankfully his nerve endings were deader than that worm was about to be.

"I'm going to ask you a question you pile of rot and I want you to answer truthfully, Why are you on me?" Val hated talking, it meant he had to use his lungs, he hated lungs. Mr M. right now would have commented about how much Val hated everything. Today, Mr. M would have been right.

Val felt the disgusting hands of this creature on his collar as he was shaken. He decided that he had experienced enough of this pony and slapped the offender's hands away"I will have you know, I am not some rotting meat sac like you. I am categorized as undead, but not a single molecule of rot taints me" Val's right hand began to flop about wildly as he began to wave his arms and start his tirade of the differences between rotting flesh, and just plain dead flesh.

"As you can see by my perfectly preserved flesh..." Val had made this argument dozens of times before and knew it by heart. Every time some other student saw him, Val saw them whispering "zombie". He was not in any way like the rotting heap of flesh so commonly referred to. He was undead, that was confirmed by a doctor years ago in a morgue. He just had never started to decompose. His heart didn't beat and blood didn't flow, but decay never started, bacteria and rot couldn't stick on him, he had checked.

"Look! Look at my hand, see how it isn't just lying there like a normal zombie's would? It repairs itself find me one zombie such as yourself that can do that. I bet that if your wrist fell off this very minute you would be calling for your mother to sew it back on!" The hand thing was true, already it was repairing itself. The bones were resetting on their own and the tendons were reattaching themselves. The Glow worm was still clutched in his hand. Val was now on autopilot with his rant and this was the point where Mr. M would start telling him to stop talking and instead just start hacking. Val needed Mr. M really badly, Benny the bone saw hadn't been the same since he rusted over. Val quickly concluded that he had nothing to dismember or harvest this putrid pony with, not that there would be anything of value from collecting. As Val continued his rant something interrupted him, a voice that he had never heard before. It was so earthy and warm. Val felt his veins desperately try to flow some blood into his cheeks so he could blush.

"Hey there big boy, why keep on talking? I hear that actions speak louder than words. I know what you want, you just want to see me as a stain on the heel of your shoe. Well go ahead, put me down, or are you not man enough?" Val looked at the glow worm, suddenly talking to him. She was so right, why waste time breathing to berate this barbaric brute. Val leaned down and with his fully recovered hand, placed the worm right in front of him.

"oh yeah baby, that's right, be my strong man and splatter me all over this floor. OOOoooh I can't wait to feel you grind that heel allover my splattered remains."

Val was happy to oblige this worm, she obviously knew what was best. He didn't need to waste anymore time thinking. He knew that Mr. M would've been so proud. Val lifted his right foot up and started to thrust it down, heel first, onto the worm. Val couldn't help but smile as he imagined what was about to happen.