The zombie stumbled out the door, tripping a little on the uneven threshold, and, righting itself, stopped and craned its head up toward the blue sky. The gray and lifeless eyes gazed a moment under their filmy slime as the thing which was once human grew still. The heaving chest slowed, and the wheezing breath fell into silence. So staring up into heaven, the zombie froze. Then, slowly, with broken and missing fingers, it lifted its arm as though reaching for the sun. The limb extended, and with a shudder of its withered frame, the whole body collapsed, a dead heap of quickly decaying flesh.
Its makers and captors surrounded it quickly, but it was gone. The zombie had escaped far from the scientists’ reach. The experiment was over.
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