He doesn’t remember his name, he doesn’t remember anything that happened before he was bring back to life, the only thing he remember is what happened after, the scientists, the experiments, the way he was treated like an animal not a human, everything.
It had been a few weeks since Merle had fled the damn place that was full with people in masks and white clothes, he still had several nightmares about things that happened there, he looked at his hands, one hand was sewn, and the other hand his fingers stitched, his face had scars, his chest had scars, Merle’s whole body had scars and he couldn’t remember how he got them, but that didn’t matter, the only thing that mattered now was that Merle had gotten a good place to live hidden.
It was inside a small market, he slept under the counter, he had built a nest there, the nest was full of chopped magazines, chopped pillows, scattered food, bottles of water, really, it was a nest for an animal, after all since Merle ‘came back’ to life, he was never treated as a human, just like an animal, an experiment meaning he doesn’t know how ‘humans’ act and lives only with his instincts.
“…”
Everything was ‘perfect’ until the store’s door opened and Merle immediately hide inside his nest.
Carlos stepped inside, finally glad to get out
of the sun. God damn, he was getting tired of walking. He needed a sit down and…
just a chance to relax and replenish his energy.
The place was larger than he’d have liked – he’d
rather have found a toolshed or something to relax in – but it was the only
walled-off area for at least half a mile. It just meant he’d need to check and
make sure it was clear first. Carlos set down his bags right next to the door.
He tightened the straps on his arm-guards and
held his crowbar up at the ready before he started to venture further inside.
The Perfect Scientist 