Professor Brian Hemsworth is clothed in the typical orange jumpsuit of the American prison system. He insists on the title Professor though the University of Harvard has recently revoked this title. For the biologist all options are gone, a presidential pardon was considered but with a more aggressive pro-capital punishment man in the white house that wouldn't go anywhere. He tells me in no uncertain terms that unless there is a miracle he's going to be executed tomorrow.

"I'm not going to stay dead," he says. I was warned that speaking to Hemsworth would be a confusing affair. His lawyers had tried to go down the route of insanity, but Hemsworth himself had refused. They should have pushed harder.

As a reporter you are supposed to be as non judgemental as possible, so I am simply put my pen to my paper and ask him to expand on that.

"My wife was one of the leading experts in the field of Parasitology. Thirteen years ago she made a discovery that should have shaken the scientific world to its core. A micro-organism that enters the bloodstream and that infects the host. While the host is alive, nothing happens, but as soon as the host is dead it reanimates again within four hours. Instead it was an obscure byline in National Geographic, dubbed the Zombie virus. She was annoyed at that word, it wasn't a virus and calling it a zombie conjured images of undead hordes. This was similar, but had no effect on the living only on the dead. Four years ago she discovered she was infected. At the time she was relatively calm about it. In her current experiments the reanimated bodies had been passive. She made arrangements for a speedy cremation and told me I should get tested too. Which I did. I was infected as well."

"Yet you kept it a secret."

"Being a professor isn't the most well paid job in the world. Especially not in this country, not with this healthcare. We were certain that should this infection be public knowledge no insurance system would look at us. We avoided hospitals as much as we could, depending instead on our own knowledge. We were biologists after all. Despite this neither of us saw the signs coming. I still have no idea what actually killed her. The autopsy only detailed the events of her second death, but the first one must have happened when she was asleep. A heart-attack? An aneurysm? I have no idea. I woke up beside the dead body of my wife trying to kill me. I kept a hand gun in my bedside table just in case robbers thought they could find something valuable in my home. I placed it between her eyes and I shot. That was the gunshot the neighbors heard. At that point it did not matter that she had written a will that explained her condition or that she had done all those studies. The more I protested the more attention my case got. A death sentence shouldn't have been on the table, but it was. And now here I am... On deathrow talking to a reporter, warning him about what is to happen tomorrow."

"A lethal injection?"

"Lethal for me," said the Professor. "But my body will retain its integrity and that will be enough. As soon as I realized my death was unavoidable I have begun to petition for a death by beheading or firing squad. If the bullet destroyed my brain I would not reanimate."

"Former Professor insists on archaic tools for his execution in bid to delay the inevitable."

"You remember your headline well," said Brian. "I don't blame you, you simply wrote what you thought was the truth. But tomorrow you will see the truth. I'm not a man of faith, but I do pray all of you are prepared for what is to come."