Rargh!

Who: A mysteriously familiar Undead Zombie
Where: Blue Dwarf's Morgue
When: While half the command staff are on the Raven
The corpse rose up off the bed and hit his head off the bed above him.
"Smeg, that'll leave a mark" he tried to say, but it came out in a kind of unintelligible mumble. He lay back down and clawed at the top bed, sending his flying forwards.
"AAARGH!" he screamed as the light of the room blinded him. He sat up and covered his eyes, he peeked through them in time to see a rather hurried figure rush out of the room screaming.
He got up off the bed and shuffled over to the counter where he attempted to find something that would shield his eyes.
He found a discarded rag and tied it round his eyes like a bandage. It kept out most of the light, but it left him with only about one foot of vision.
He lurched through the corridors with his arms out stretched to make sure he didn't bump into anything.
He could hear screaming and loud hurried footsteps from all around him.
He couldn't understand why.
The undead man bumped into something, a door. He peered through his bandage to see if he could read anything on the door, it said 'Gents'.
"Maybe I'll feel better after a wash" he thought as he walked in. There was another loud burst of screaming, followed by the sound of metal clanging to the ground followed by the sound of people crawling through ducting.
"Light!" he tried to say, but again, it came out all garbled and weird so he tried the backup way, he clapped his hands twice.
The lights went out and he removed the bandage, he could see as if it were clear as day.
He jumped out his skin when he saw a Zombie at the other end of the room, "that must have been why they were scared" he thought, backing up to the door.
It was then he realised he was looking in a mirror.
"Smegging hell" he rushed over to the mirror, his face was grey and sagging, his eyes were pupilless, he was wearing... nothing!
he felt ill, REALLY ill, more ill than he felt a few seconds ago when he found out he was a zombie... infact, he could feel his skin bubbling.
He looked in the mirror again, there was the problem, it WAS bubbling.
It stopped as suddenly as it started, he looked in the mirror again. There was a bit more colour in his face, and he could see the faint dot of a pupil in his eye.
Whatever had happened to him was slowly un-happening.
It was then he realised another thing. He couldn't remember what had happened to him. He couldn't even remember who HE was.
There was something vague, something hazy, A face of someone, but it was in black and white, and there was no sound.
"I have to find somewhere to hide" he thought. He spotted the vents. He heard the first door open. He had to do something
He whipped the bandage on again and made his escape.
Three men burst in brandishing weapons
They made a quick scan of the room
One of them pointed to the open vent shaft "In there"
The other two clambered into it and split up, the first man turned to a comms console next to the hand drier.
The zombie peeked out from the end cubicle and saw him with his back turned. He hadn't turned the lights on so he could still see.
He ran up behind him and attempted to knock the man out using his 'superior zombie strength'
unfortunately, all that happened was the necrotic tissues fell apart and his arm came off and landed on the guards chest.
Luckily though the guard fainted.
"smeg..." he thought, bending down to pick the arm up. As he touched the arm it was absorbed back into him and regrew back into place. "hmm, interesting" he went to touch the guard, to see if he could absorb him and take his form, but alas he couldn't.
Instead he nicked his uniform and hoped that he wouldn't be spotted if he took to staying on the darker corridors.Name: Dave Canazza
Status: RAARRGHHH...