Wreath's body had been found hanging from a tree.

Not a nice way to go. But then again, Clarabelle had never really thought about death. Working with doctor Nye meant it was one of those subjects that were brought up so often, it had really become second nature just to ignore it. Although, being in sanctuary's morgue- like she was now- always sent a little chill up Clarabelle's spine.

It wouldn't have been so bad, except she could feel the emptiness of the bodies, hidden behind the steel doors. Ghastly was in one of them; the tiny, lifeless cells for the dead. He'd been funny looking, but he'd never been rude to her. And he'd made clothes- how cool was that?! She couldn't help loving the designs Ghastly had created. Mind you, she liked her new welly boots more. They were bright red and, naturally, Clarabelle wore them everywhere- even though Doctor Nye said she looked like an idiot.

She wrenched off the blue latex gloves, speckled with bits of the scarlet remains of Solomon Wreath's brain. Nye had told Clarabelle, if she didn't know how to dissect a brain (which she didn't) it was happy to show her. She'd politely refused, telling it that she was happy enough already just poking the pink squishy stuff with a spoon. The spoon poking had been rather successful up until a few moments ago when she'd accidentally scooped out a chunk of brain with it. Clarabelle hadn't been too sure what to do, so she'd discreetly popped it into a small plastic bag. Which she'd then put into the cavity in Solomon's chest. She hoped he didn't mind too much.

Humming tunefully to herself, Clarabelle carefully tugged off her lab coat, making sure it was hung up with care before- bang. Bang. Bang. The sound of creaking metal made her heart freeze. Stiffly, she turned around, her blood singing in her ears and stopped dead midway. One of the doors to the little body cells was being forced open. From the inside. The harsh lights above her head started to flicker, ever second in the darkness allowing cracks in the door to appear and grow.

"Clarabelle…" The grating voice of a breathless corpse echoed in the blackening room. Her whole body started to shake. She couldn't move, fixed to the hard floor, staring at the steel being battered. Run. Painstakingly slowly, she put one leg behind her and then the other. Run! The instinct was louder this time, body responding faster now. Left, right, left, right, left, right. Go to the door on the left. "Clarabelle….." That voice- was it getting closer? No, she was sure she'd left it behind in the morgue. Unless…. What if…. What if the door had opened? Go. Quickly. Up those stairs. Hurry hurry hurry.

Shadows jumped on the walls as she hurdled up the stairs to the infirmary. Her black wispy wall-self was bounding up alongside her, turning when she turned, tripping when her tripped. And stood stand when she did as the second set of footsteps, heavy and lugging, started to thud up the staircase after her. Keep going. Move. You're at the landing now. Turn left. Go. Hurry hurry hurry.

Nearly there. Nearly at the infirmary door. She could call for help- maybe Skulduggery or Nye or somebody good at fighting monsters. "Clarabelle….." Whatever it was, it was getting too close for comfort and was moving much too quickly for someone dead. Right, you've reached the door. You need to unlock it. It's in the pocket of your lab coat. Clarabelle reached down into the pocket of her lab coat and then she remembered. She wasn't wearing her lab coat because her lab coat was back in the morgue, with her keys in the pocket, hung on the coat hook. You're trapped. There's no way out. "Clarabelle." The voice was loud and clear now…It was also female. Oh, god what could she do? She was trapped, no escape and the thing was behind her. Give up. Run. Hide. Scream. Her mind was listing off dozens of ways to flee, but none of them would work. Gulping as silently as she could, Clarabelle turned to face the corpse to find it holding a long, sharp sword, white teeth flashing in a twisted smile and dangling a set of keys with a Badger key ring. My keys. "Clarabelle," grinned the undead monster "You forgot your keys."