A friendly notice from camp brain surgeon: Takano Miyo.

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One year. One year of constant, continuous research, and I finally have solved the riddle of what makes the zombies alive: I haven't got a clue. It's a complete and utter mystery. Whatever it is, at least it doesn't appear contagiousRather than celebrate this complete failure on the behalf of the scientific method, I instead pose this

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[outer_monologue]

... - My god, she's more crazy than I, Elgala, could have imagined!

[very_bad_end]

Ara... are you still here?

[outer_monologue]

I, Elgala, shall continue to exist until whatever outside force stamps the life out of these hands! - Wait... should I, Elgala, be giving her ideas?

[very_bad_end]

...

That's very honest. Are you usually this honest?

[outer_monologue]

...Yes! - No! Gosh darn I, Elgala's, peculiar inability to keep my most private thoughts a secret!

[very_bad_end]

I think there's a medication for that.

[outer_monologue]

...what, are you serious.

[very_bad_end]

Your condition is unusual, but I believe it is treatable, yes.

Rather, this also definitely upgrades your status from 'possible dissection subject' to 'living guinea pig.'

[outer_monologue]

--Somehow that role sounds worse than 'emergency food supply.'

[very_bad_end]

You're free to reject the treatment at any time, of course.

[outer_monologue]

I, Elgala, would like to know what this treatment is, first! - If it involves a needle, I, Elgala, will refuse!

[very_bad_end]

No needles, that's fine.

I think in your case, you will merely need a small anti-psychotic. We'll start you on a small dose and see how well you respond, then increase as needed.

[outer_monologue]

So, this would be... a pill?

[very_bad_end]

Yes.

And before you ask, no, not a horse pill. A small one.

[outer_monologue]

...What's the catch? - I, Elgala, know from experience, that there is always a catch!

[very_bad_end]

I'll need to monitor your moods, and watch for any side effects, but that's all.