-Chapter 5-





"Damnit!" Lawrence cursed after finding himself in a pitch black corridor; he ran his hand along the wall, feeling for a light switch. He flipped the switch, but it did not respond, "What the....? Why the hell is the power out?!" He reached into his pocket and took out his key ring. Fumbling around with the keys in the darkness, trying to find a certain attachment to the key ring. He felt a small cylinder on the key ring and pressed it, instantly the hallway became partially illuminated. "This is just like in that one game...." he said to himself. The sound of slow squishing footsteps behind him filled his ears. The turned around, letting the light pour on to a figure about ten feet away. "Damn, it's another one of those zombies."

Aside from the one outside of the building, he had already seen twenty zombies on the first floor alone. But none were like the one outside, the ones inside the building seemed to be people that worked in the morgue. Clothed but murderous nevertheless.

He looked around for something to use as a weapon or to slow the zombie down, but found nothing to use.

Suddenly, the light of a small flashlight appeared behind the zombie, outlining it. "Who's that?" he said to himself.

Gunshots rang through the hallway, bullets were sent ripping through the zombie's body. "Are you all right?" said a man with a familiar voice.

"Yeah."

"That voice.... are you Lawrence Arevir?"

"Yes!"

"Come with me!"

"Lawrence!" Sandy's voice rang through the hallway walls, "Where are you?!"

Lawrence turned around towards the darkness. "Sandy!" he answered her call, "Follow my voice!"

"It's so dark! I'm scared!"

"Run towards my voice!"

The slender figure of his wife ran into the light seeming to appear out of nowhere.

"Now, follow me!" the man, Emmet Lataf, called out. They obeyed and followed, entering a room with a steel door at the end of the hallway.

Inside of the room behind the door, candles burned, filling the area with light.

"What's going on here?" Sandy demanded, "We arrive in here, and the whole place is pitch black, not to mention those crazy people wandering around!"

"I'll be frank with you Mrs. Arevir." started Emmet, "There's no point in being anything else right now. This is very wrong of what is happening here, I know."

"What is happening here?" she repeated

He sighed and shakes his head, "I don't have a clue....." he digressed from the zombies in his memories, "The body of your son was delivered here and logged in at 2:45 this afternoon. Because we were already behind schedule, I ordered my assistants to proceed with the cadavers in the order of their log entries, and I had arranged to handle your son's body myself at 5:00 this evening. At that time, when I had prepared an autopsy chamber, I sent an assistant to bring in your son's body from the refrigeration chamber... but the cadaver could not be found."

"Misplaced?" Lawrence asked

"That rarely happens. And when that happened when a cadaver had been misplaced- sent to a wrong autopsy table or stored in the wrong locker- but they have always been located within five minutes."

"But you couldn't find it."

"Yes."

"Is there any way that it could've been stolen?"

"Not likely. Why these zombies are appearing is an absolute mystery to me, too." he put one hand to his chest and grunted sharply.

"Are you okay?"


"Yeah, just a chest pain." he lied

Sandy noticed a large puncture wound on Emmet's shoulder but said nothing, "Do you need any help?" she asked

"No..." he walked towards the door but stops in mid step, he cringed in pain "The pain is.... unbearable." he held both hands to his chest as if he were having a heart attack. He coughed up blood. A bony bladed appendage ripped out of his ribcage, causing blood to spray everywhere. Two clawed hands bursts out of the ribcage, ripping Emmet's body away as if it were an eggshell for an infant egg hatched animal. A head emerged, as did a pair of legs.

The remnants of the medical examiner's body fell to the floor in a sickening squishing sound. The monster glared at them with pupil less amethyst eyes, opening and closing it's malformed reptilian jaws hungrily.

"Oh my god..." Sandy said quietly, "Lawrence...?"

"I know, it's too terrible."

"Grab the gun in front of you, we have to get out of here alive."

Lawrence kneeled down and picked up the discarded firearm. He aimed and fired three shots into the monster's red skinless body, the bullets ripped through the monster's body, causing it to shriek out in pain. Angrily, it charged him and leapt for his throat.

He screamed out in pain as he felt the monster's deadly razor sharp teeth drive into his neck and stay in. He thrashed around desperately to throw it off.

The monster dug its teeth deeper and jumped back, ripping back a long and meaty piece of flesh from the jugular; nothing major but it still hurt and blood was gushing out of the wound.

It ran out through the air ducts.

"Lawrence!" she screamed and rushed to tend to his wound, "We need to get out of here! Come on, I'll support you!!" She slumped his arm over her shoulder and ran out of the room.

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They ran through the dark hallways, trying to find a way out. They finally arrived at the front door, ran through the doors to go outside to the parking lot. Sandy tossed the flashlight aside.

She ran to and unlocked the door to the driver's seat of their car, Lawrence followed, but stopped; he let out a bloody gurgle out to Sandy for help. Both the man that attacked the young woman and the young woman attacked him from behind. He manages to free himself from their grasp, opened the passenger's side door and jumped inside.

She floored it, and sped off, away from the morgue.

"That was too close." she sighs and relaxed in the cushioned seat. "I found out what I needed to know and see? Yes... I'm just glad we lived through that."

He smiled

A zombie emerged from the back seat, grabbing at Lawrence's neck. It arched it's body through the space between both front seats.

"What the..." she said, "How did?"

She realizes how the zombie got in, when she and Lawrence had their back turned towards the car it must have been human at the time, so it got in for a place to die or end it's suffering. She noticed the wall in front of the car, "No!" he tried to turn the car, but still crashed into the wall, striking a lamp post. The car laid there, almost totally demolished; leaking oil and gasoline. The electricity from the lamp post met the gasoline, igniting it. Causing the car to explode. Killing all inside.