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thing.
    “No,” Dr. Cerveris says. “Most revitalize sooner.”
    “My teachers always used to tell me that I was slow,” I grin. “Have I been here all the time since I was killed?”
    Josh nods. “We brought you here directly from the school. You were in a holding cell with other reviveds before your senses kicked back in.”
    “There were more attacks that day. My dad told me it was happening all over London.”
    Josh sighs. “Yeah. It wasn’t a day any of us will forget in a hurry.”
    “Have there been more assaults since then?” I press. “Are zombies still striking or have you put a stop to it? What’s the world like out there?”
    Josh shakes his head. “I can’t discuss that with you. All I can say is that the situation is currently stable.”
    “That doesn’t tell me much,” I huff.
    “I know, but that’s the way it is. There are limits to what we can discuss. If it’s any comfort, we don’t tell the other revitalizeds any more than we’re telling you.”
    “Is there a reason why you’re being so secretive?” I ask.
    Josh rolls his eyes. “You’re a flesh-eating member of the walking dead with the ability to convert as many of the living as you can get your hands or teeth on. You scare the living hell out of us. If some of our staff had their way, we’d tell you nothing at all, only incinerate every damn one of you.”
    “Why don’t you?” I challenge him.
    Dr. Cerveris answers. “We want to learn more about you, understand what makes you tick, why your memories return, if your current state is sustainable.”
    I stiffen. “You mean it might not be? I could… what’s the word?”
    “Regress.” He nods somberly. “It has happened to a couple of others.”
    “That’s why I came packing,” Josh says, tapping a gun that hangs by his side. “You’d better pay attention and stay alert. If you start to zone out, the way you might in a boring class, I’m not going to take any chances. If I think there’s even a slight chance that you’re turning back into a revived, I’ll put a bullet through your head.”
    “I bet you say that to all the girls,” I snarl, and Josh laughs.
    Dr. Cerveris asks lots of questions, about my past, how much of the day of the attack I can recall, if I can remember anything since then. Somebody opens the door and hands him a folder–he didn’t call for it, so others must be watching this on hidden cameras–and he subjects me to a Rorschach test, then word-association games and other psychological crap. I play along patiently, answering honestly, in the hope that if I help them, they can find a way to help me.
    The doctor asks about my sense of taste and smell. I tell him I can smell even better than before, but I can’t taste anything.
    “Is that strange?” I ask.
    “No,” he says. “The others are the same. We’re not sure why.What about your ears? Have you noticed any difference where sounds are concerned?”
    “I dunno. There hasn’t been much for me to listen to.”
    A machine is rolled in and Dr. Cerveris tests my hearing. He puts headphones on me and I have to raise my hand when I hear a high-pitched noise in either ear.
    “How’d I do?” I ask when he takes them off.
    “Admirably,” he says. “Every revitalized has an improved sense of hearing. The reviveds do too. Your sense of smell is probably sharper as well, as you have noted. We’ll test that some other time.”
    I grin ghoulishly. “So I’ve turned into a big bad wolf. All the better to see, hear and smell you with, my dear.”
    “Not
see
, I think,” he mutters, and lo and behold, an eye chart is duly carried in by a soldier. The test tells me what I already knew, that my eyesight has deteriorated. It’s not as bad as I feared. I can still make out most of the letters, even on the lower lines, but they’re more blurred than they used to be.
    “Would I go blind if I didn’t put the drops in every day?” I ask.
    “No,” Dr. Cerveris says as he jots down the