<strong>1331 Hours. Current Location: Quarantine Zone Alpha, California. Second Contestant's Name: Emma Windsor.</strong><br/><br/>"So you're saying Amnesia is not a common thing to happen to Revenants?" A rather spry, young black man asked the excited, very young man in the lab coat, all eyes turning to the lithe, almost gaunt figure in the black lace dress. The young scientist looked over to the lace-y figure and smiled, nodding some.<br/><br/>"That's exactly what I'm saying. I've interviewed dozens of Revenants, and every single one of them can tell me about their past lives. It makes Emma both an interesting, and slightly disturbing case." From behind the pale figure, another woman approached, her brown hair pulled into a pony tail.<br/><br/>"Is this something we should be concerned about? I mean... will she... relapse?"<br/><br/>"No. No, she won't." The scientist spoke firmly, confident in his position. "The F.E.V., while constantly evolving, is fairly predictable. It either turns people, or doesn't. It's done with Emma, that much we can all be sure of." He turned to type on a console behind him, making some notes. "I would, however, like to get some first hand notes about how you handle yourself in a fight though, Emma. It might mean life or death for you." He motioned for her to follow, leading her to a large room just off the lab. "This is a sort of... disposal site for some of the test subjects when we're done with them. Get some of the Revenants or Mundanes in here to let off some steam, but it'll do for a crash combat course. Marie!" He called up to a booth above him.  "Let's start with something easy." One of the doors on the other side of the room opened, several of the mindless, swarming Common Infected staggering out. They picked up the woman's scent right away, roaring and beginning to run towards her.<br/><br/>"Just don't die, alright?" The Scientist smiled some, prompting the girl to roll her eyes. The first of the unlucky bastards to reach her was sliced across it's face, the claw strike breaking it's jaw off at the joint, dislodging most of the rest of the skull from it's spine. The body gave a dull thud as it fell to the floor. The second and third, the girl eviscerated with a single swipe from her hand, splitting stomachs open. The forth one was simply decapitated with a single powerful strike. The scientist made some notes, but said not a word.<br/><br/>"Marie, open cage three, please. We need to get rid of that thing, anyway."<br/><br/>"What's in Cage three?" Emma, the lanky woman in the black dress asked. The scientist only smiling as a response. From within cage three as it opened came a shout of rage, an Infected with a massive upper torso mass stumbled about and began to hobble towards Emma much like a monkey does, on it's knuckles. She had little time to react, turning around in time to catch it's fist with her gut, sending her flying into a wall. "Ow..." She muttered, standing to her feet once more. "That hurt..." Her fingers flexed, the claws she had twitched as she thought of what to do. As the large monkey stumbled it's way over to punch her again, she leapt to the side and caught her claw in it's shoulder, using it's inertia to hoist herself on it's back.<br/><br/>It took the creature a solid few second to realize what had happened, and at that time, Emma was already carving massive gashes in it's back, blood pouring from the wounds. It's movements slowed to a halt, and it's body eventually slumped down. The scientist nodded, satisfied.<br/><br/>"Very good, Emma. why don't you get some rest, and we'll speak in the morning."<br/><br/>-<br/><br/>Emma had very little time to sleep. As a matter of fact, is was just as her head hit the pillow, that a strange figure appeared in her room. "Good afternoon..." He paused, taking a sharp breath in. "Ms. Windsor." He finished. Stepping into what little light there was, Emma saw the very malnourished face of a thin man in a black suit, a suitcase in one hand. He stood before her, and adjusted his tie. "I trust I find you well this day...?" He trailed off.<br/><br/>"What do you want?" She had asked, the man only offering a weak smile.<br/><br/>"I'm afraid my needs... are outweighed by the needs of my employers... Ms Windsor..." He spoke, taking in another raspy inhalation. "I saw your little... display this afternoon, and I am quite impressed. My employers need you for a special..." He stretched out the sound of someone who was thinking, jammed on only able to repeat the 'uh' of a stalled brain. "Competition.<br/><br/>"Not intersted." She answer plainly.<br/><br/>"We can compensate you quite effectively..." He droned again, putting the briefcase on her bed, opening it and pulling out a vial. "We can remove your little... memory lapse... if you choose." She looked at the vial, then to the man, then back at the vial, then to the man one last time.<br/><br/>"What do I have to do?" Smiling, he took an envelope from his jacket pocket, handing it to her.<br/><br/>"Be at this location tomorrow at the assigned time we'll... see to it you get your just rewards..." She looked at the paper, a room number and a time scrawled on it.<br/><br/>"Where's-" She began, looking up with another question, but the man was gone.