Who: Victor Zsasz Where: His cell in Arkham Asylum When: May 6th 2012, lunch time (backdated) What: The director is dead! Rating: SFW
Victor Zsasz didn't get many visitors, none at all to be truthful. Like many of the 'patients' in the maximum security wing of the asylum, Victor wasn't allowed any visitors and the only faces he saw in his cell were the guards and the poor deluded doctors who thought he was the one with the problem. These zombies were even worse than the regulars ones outside.
Victor stared at the door, imagining the various ways to save them from themselves before they doomed themselves further. He was slicing the sweet Dr. Young's throat with the buckle on his straightjacket when he noticed the familiar rattle of the lock and door handle. Victor grinned at the orderly as the door opened and light shone into his padded cell. The armed guards behind the zombie didn't bother him as much as it should.
"You better not try anything. With Dr. Crane dead--" There was no physical change on the murderer's face but inside, Victor was in rage. The head zombie was dead. Victor didn't hear the words that came next, all he could think about was red. How dare the head zombie die. Mr. Zsasz needed out.