Chapter One: The Undead
Falling…
Wind…
Sickening Crack…
Pain…
Darkness…
The air in the room reeked of death. Long silver tables lay scatter across the room. Thin white sheets spread over the tables with dead bodies beneath them. A small lamp hung from the ceiling rocked back in fourth soundlessly.
The large steel door opened to the lab with a low creak. An old mousy looking man wearing a white lab coat came hurrying into the room, slamming the doors behind him and locking it. He marched over to one of the silver tables in the corner of the room. He ripped off the white sheet to revealing a body that was pale and limp from being dead a couple of hours.
The man took out his clip board and began scribbling notes. Once done he pulled a small cart towards him that held multiple silver scalpels and a little tape record. He picked up the small recorder and hiy play.
"Subject is male, name Hans Gruber, still pending until further notice. Height 6'3 and weight is 180 pounds. Subject was dropped from a thirty story building result instant death. Has been dead for 24 hours; has broken bones in his spinal cord, both legs and arms."
The man moved around the table to stand by the left side of the body. He gently lifted the arm lightly running his hand up and down the limb. The man frowned. He placed the arm down and moved the other side of the table. He ran his hand over the right arm. His frown deepened and his face screwed up in confusion. He quick moved over to both the legs and ran his hands over them as well.
"This is impossible" the man breathed. "The subject's bones in both arms and legs have completely reknitted themselves. All broken bones are healed."
The man moved the light closer to the patient's bare chest. "The gunshot wound appears to be completely healed as well. "
The man stood there staring at the body completely lost. He couldn't believe his findings. This man was dead and his wounds were healed and had healed in 24 hours. That was not humanly possible. He ran his hand through his damp pepper and salt hair and rubbed his eyes.
"No one is going to believe me." The man turned his back on the dead body and headed to retrieve his camera so he could take pictures of his extraordinary findings.
The man had his back to the bodies in the other room. The body of Hans Gruber lay at the end of the room. Hans' body was cold, wet with water. He had been in the freezer for the past day and the ice was beginning to melting off his skin.
Hans slowly opened his eyes which were a pure violent. He turned his head and saw the doctor had his back to him. Hans sat up from the table and placed his bare feet on the cold floor. He walked across the room slowly. Hans stood two feet away from the man.
The man in the white lab coat turned around and was about to go back to the table but stopped dead. He saw a naked man stand in front of him. A very naked dead man to put it in better terms. Hans smirked at him showing his sharp long white fangs.
The man never even got a chance to scream as the supposed dead man lunged at him. All that could be heard from outside of the lab was a low choking noise and blood spattering on the walls and floor as human flesh was being ripped open.
