Experimentation on the Undead

We walked into a house a few months ago, only to find what looked like an abandoned lab, shamblers and pieces of them

everywhere,some sewn on to others. one had eight arms. It was disgusting, but the worst part was the pen, the pen they

kept thefood for the experiments in. you could see them, emaciated corpses, probably died from dehydration. Women,

children,even infants. It made me vomit up the only food I had eaten that day. I pray to God the people responsible are

dead andgone, and that they were the only ones trying these things. Whole world goes to hell and the sick freaks get

away withmore than ever before and last longer than the decent. We went into one of the other rooms, in another pen

was ashambler with another shamblers's head next to it's own on its shoulders. in a pen next to it was what looked like a

spider zombie, it had eight legs, it could control them all. In another room we found an undead infant sewn into the 

stomach of what used to be a woman. None of us could keep any liquid down in that horrible place, we found food and

ammo but we left the food, God knows that place is cursed. We heard a whistle, we went into a room and found another

shambler tied to a bed, its mouth sewn around a kids plastic whistle. God, the noise, it was awful. One of the men in our

group just king of lost it for a bit, he just began crying and sank to the floor. We went into the last room, the kitchen, it

was full of notes on how to cook the undead to make them "edible" and organs of what I hope to God were once

shamblers and not people. In the kitchen we saw what was once a  woman, untouched, her body not scratched, save

for a bite on her arm. She was wearing a wedding ring, next  to her was a pile of bloody bones, and another wedding

ring. In some crusted old blood stains. We can only imagine that pile is what's left of the creator of these horrors. We

used some of our fuel and old oil and burned the place to the ground. What we saw there  haunts us even now, some

of us still wake up in the night, screaming, imagining we were the people in the pen, or one of the shambler's but

uninfected before and the blood from the tools infected us. The man who lost it in the house blew his brains out today

because of it. It reminded me of the horrors, and it reminded all of us that we are still humans with emotions and

moral rights and wrongs.