The whir of the treadmill dominated the room. On it a tall slender female walked, jaw slack and arms out stretched to toward the cardboard figure placed in front of the treadmill. Around her waist a thick rope secured her to the ceiling, so that slowing down or turning away would not be an option. Nailed into the side of her head were two black painted pieces of wood about the size of a letter, designed to restrict her vision and keep her fixated on the goal in front of her.
To the side two researchers in white coats watched as the mileometer ticked over the thousand mark.
The first shook his head slowly and said “Unbelievable, a thousand miles, with no rest, no slowing and no stopping!”
The second bent over to look at the zombies shoes, or what was left of them “You know, she wore through the heel at the nine hundred mark right?”
“Well, it looks like she’s going through her real heel now, I think I can see the bone”
“Utterly amazing, I think her speed will only start to drop as she wears through her feet and begins to lose balance, at which point from what we’ve seen in the other test chambers she will just start to crawl.”
“We should report our progress and then go get some lunch”
“Man, I wish that Taco place was still open, the owner made excellent Tacos before he got his arms ripped off”.
“True true, how’s he doing now?”
“Pretty good, last I heard they moved him into the ballistics chamber”
“Yeah? We should go do some practice shooting after lunch”
“Sounds like a plan!”