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Z O M B I E
CHAPTER 1: THE MORUGE
What do you do when your heart stops beating and your lungs stop delivering precious oxygen to your lungs.
When you hear a faint long beep as a woman weeps beside you, stroking your hair.
Most don't experience that,
Life after death.
And if your heart stops beating, you won't hear the wails of loved ones
People muttering by your bed angry words of discontent.
Irate neighbors proclaiming "I never liked you anyways"
Mother saying "And if you get to heaven, I'll be there waiting for you"
No. You just rot 6 feet under after you die.
But what if your cold sickly corpse won't stay dead?
What if, for some ungodly reason, you wake up screaming for your 'life' in a frosty hospital body freezer.
This is Chapter 1:Mourge.
"I'm sorry Mr. Acerra, she didn't make it."
Just hours before this heart-breaking message, a young woman by the name of Felipe Acerra was admitted into Summit Hospital for Septicaemia. The joint pain, the mottled skin was only the beginning of this affliction while slowly but surely she was slipping into unconsciousness.
The rashes covering her once deep complexion was a rotted shade of ashen gray, it seemed more like the black plague than anything. Beads of sweat dripped down her forehead into her mouth, across her thick lips and onto her faded pink tongue.
Delirious with this disease, she kept grabbing open air, trying to catch that wasn't there, and
barely airing the words 'Kill me', Felipe tried to rip the multitude of crude tubing connected to her wrists and nose, the impatient nurse slapping her hand and fixing them again. "Stop it!" She belched at Felipe, thus only making her even more weepy. Quick bursts of airy sobs filled the corridor as her heart rate increased, hands gripping tight to her mothers and salty tears dripping onto the soaked bed sheets.
As she shook uncontrollably, she ripped her sheets off with one burst of strength the heat unbearable, and before you knew it, she was dead.
After the incident, her body limp and cold was wheeled to the morgue in the basement, where they let bodies lay for days or weeks at a time since neglectful families failed to show up.
"Kay rookie, put 'er in the bottom one right there. Yeah that one." A rather portly, balding man pointed a stuff finger at a low freezer. He quickly muttered to himself 'Easy access' and with a laugh he and the younger assistant wheeled of the dead bed to pick up more unfortunate souls.
This guy, his name was actually Mill Heads, he wasn't normal. He well, fancies girls that are willing to do anything he says. Dead girls he means. But enough about the necrophilia savant.
It's really little old Felipe he's worried about. As her body's decomposition rate slowed down, the temperature dropped and days past before the funeral arrangements could be made, something inside Felipe was festering. A sort of, genetic thing. Actually, Felipe had gotten a phone call from some Mohinder Suresh about something like this. People with special abilities. He was she was one of them, but Felipe thought he was a crazy so she quickly hung up on the nut job.
But maybe this Suresh guy wasn't wrong, maybe Felipe was special.
After a few hours of lying like a corpse, something started to tick inside of Felipe.
Something no dead body should do.
It twitched. It twitched like a man hyped up on 8 cups of coffee twitched. It was insane, impossible and an abomination of all that was holy and righteous. A screech emerged from one of the freezers.
It was Felipe's.