Chapeter Twelve
Peter was staring out of the one of the second floor windows that lined the corridor running past the S.T.A.R.S. offices. From his point of view he could make out most of the roof tops of the buildings that made up Uptown Raccoon City. The sky was now a deep orange colour as the sun began to set. Peter's world had suffered a nasty blow by the worrying discover that zombies could actually be real, and as he stared out at the unsuspecting Raccoon City, he couldn't help but wonder how far a disaster would have to go before there was no way to go back. He sighed as he tried to lift his spirits. Deciding that he wouldn't be able to do it without the use of a drink he started walking back towards the Main Hall. On the journey there he passed the Meeting Room. Egon had finshed his work on the PKE meter and was monitoring the activity in the area, Ray however was engrossed in watching the local news.
"I'm just going out for a drink or two, I'll probably be back in an hour." Ray glanced up from the television.
"Peter try not to get too drunk, you remember what happend last New Year's?" Peter cringed at the memory, having had a pretty bad day he had gone and got himself completely blended and had ended up having to be retrieved from the firehouse sign by the FDNY after climbing out onto the ledge an hour before midnight January first.
"Don't worry Ray, and if I do, I doubt there are any signs on firehouses that I can clime onto." Peter then strolled out of the Main Hall and into the courtyard. Taking a deep breath of the pine scented air, he walked over to the main gate and began his exploration of Raccoon City for a bar. Instantly missing one down the road from the RPD by passing through a series of back alleys.
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"Today's examination will be starting at 6:00PM, the residing examiner is Dr. Leonard Stern. Our subject is Officer Richard Phillips, thirty-five years of age, caucasion, six foot three inches and approximately two-hundred pounds. Today's examination is being witnessed by Ghostbuster Winston Zeddmore." Dr. Stern lifted the shroud and instantly paused the tape.
"Wow." Dr. Stern unpaused the tape.
"The cadaver is showing signs of advanced epidermal dacay as well as congealment of the blood." Winston moved closer to examine Officer Phillips.
"There is a wound on the back of the right hand that appears to be a bite wound." Dr. Stern moved over to give an better examination of the hand.
"The arrangement of the bite marks suggests human teeth, however the trauma around the wound suggests that the flesh has become infected through the bite. Officer Phillips appears to have died after suffering convulsions brought on by the foreign substance in his bloodstream." Dr. Stern paused the tape again.
"Mr. Zeddmore, I'm about to open up his chest, you may sense a strong smell, this is because the substance has sped up the decay process and the the bodily organs will have become to turn into a slush we call "human soup". Just take a deep breath before I open him up and you'll become accustomed ." Dr. Stern started the tape recording.
"I am now opening up the chest..."
"Oh my..." Winston tried to cover his nose and not cough at the same time. Even Dr. Stern was taken back by the smell.
"Um..the..the cadaver's organs are showing advanced signs of...of celluar decomposition." Dr. Stern moved the weighing scales over to take a measurement of how heavy Officer Phillips' organs.
"Normally human organs in a healthy cadaver weigh...what the?" Dr. Stern moved closer to inspect Officer Phillips' face.
"What is it?" Winston moved closer.
"Funny, must have been some air trapped in the bloodstream, giving the allusion that his eye moved."
"But I thought you said his blood was congealed." Both Winston's and Dr. Stern's faces paled, then they started backing away from Officer Phillips. An unearthly moan filled the autopsy room.
"This..this isn't possible! he can't possibly be alive, if he was dead he wouldn't be decomposing." Officer Phillips started to move his arm. Winston backed as far away as he could before he bumped into another examining table.
"Stay calm Mr. Zeddmore, I'm going to use the intercom to call down some help." Winston started to edge his way around the table as Officer Phillips' corpse sat up, and several lengths of intestine fell to the white tiled floor with a wet, meaty "flumph."
"We need help down here in the Autopsy Room! What do you mean no-one is available?! We need help down here now!" Winston glanced at Dr. Stern from over Officer Phillips' rotting shoulder.
"Why aren't any of the guards free? Send him now, I don't care if he's a trainee. A trainee is better then no-one!" Winston was now on the opposite side of the table. And Officer Phillip's was leaving a bloody trail in his wake as he slowly got closer to the Ghostbuster.
"Mr. Zeddmore, they're sending someone down, the damned fools! Most of the security guards upstairs are having a party. The only person they could send down was a trainee, I'm not even sure if he has any experience with a gun." Dr. Stern pulled off his glasses to wipe his brow.
"At present a trainee would safice." Winston was now reaching a set of counters that lined the wall behind him. As soon as his back hit the metal surface he started looking around for a weapon. He spotted a fire-axe.
"Doc, I think I've got an idea."
Peter was staring out of the one of the second floor windows that lined the corridor running past the S.T.A.R.S. offices. From his point of view he could make out most of the roof tops of the buildings that made up Uptown Raccoon City. The sky was now a deep orange colour as the sun began to set. Peter's world had suffered a nasty blow by the worrying discover that zombies could actually be real, and as he stared out at the unsuspecting Raccoon City, he couldn't help but wonder how far a disaster would have to go before there was no way to go back. He sighed as he tried to lift his spirits. Deciding that he wouldn't be able to do it without the use of a drink he started walking back towards the Main Hall. On the journey there he passed the Meeting Room. Egon had finshed his work on the PKE meter and was monitoring the activity in the area, Ray however was engrossed in watching the local news.
"I'm just going out for a drink or two, I'll probably be back in an hour." Ray glanced up from the television.
"Peter try not to get too drunk, you remember what happend last New Year's?" Peter cringed at the memory, having had a pretty bad day he had gone and got himself completely blended and had ended up having to be retrieved from the firehouse sign by the FDNY after climbing out onto the ledge an hour before midnight January first.
"Don't worry Ray, and if I do, I doubt there are any signs on firehouses that I can clime onto." Peter then strolled out of the Main Hall and into the courtyard. Taking a deep breath of the pine scented air, he walked over to the main gate and began his exploration of Raccoon City for a bar. Instantly missing one down the road from the RPD by passing through a series of back alleys.
***
"Today's examination will be starting at 6:00PM, the residing examiner is Dr. Leonard Stern. Our subject is Officer Richard Phillips, thirty-five years of age, caucasion, six foot three inches and approximately two-hundred pounds. Today's examination is being witnessed by Ghostbuster Winston Zeddmore." Dr. Stern lifted the shroud and instantly paused the tape.
"Wow." Dr. Stern unpaused the tape.
"The cadaver is showing signs of advanced epidermal dacay as well as congealment of the blood." Winston moved closer to examine Officer Phillips.
"There is a wound on the back of the right hand that appears to be a bite wound." Dr. Stern moved over to give an better examination of the hand.
"The arrangement of the bite marks suggests human teeth, however the trauma around the wound suggests that the flesh has become infected through the bite. Officer Phillips appears to have died after suffering convulsions brought on by the foreign substance in his bloodstream." Dr. Stern paused the tape again.
"Mr. Zeddmore, I'm about to open up his chest, you may sense a strong smell, this is because the substance has sped up the decay process and the the bodily organs will have become to turn into a slush we call "human soup". Just take a deep breath before I open him up and you'll become accustomed ." Dr. Stern started the tape recording.
"I am now opening up the chest..."
"Oh my..." Winston tried to cover his nose and not cough at the same time. Even Dr. Stern was taken back by the smell.
"Um..the..the cadaver's organs are showing advanced signs of...of celluar decomposition." Dr. Stern moved the weighing scales over to take a measurement of how heavy Officer Phillips' organs.
"Normally human organs in a healthy cadaver weigh...what the?" Dr. Stern moved closer to inspect Officer Phillips' face.
"What is it?" Winston moved closer.
"Funny, must have been some air trapped in the bloodstream, giving the allusion that his eye moved."
"But I thought you said his blood was congealed." Both Winston's and Dr. Stern's faces paled, then they started backing away from Officer Phillips. An unearthly moan filled the autopsy room.
"This..this isn't possible! he can't possibly be alive, if he was dead he wouldn't be decomposing." Officer Phillips started to move his arm. Winston backed as far away as he could before he bumped into another examining table.
"Stay calm Mr. Zeddmore, I'm going to use the intercom to call down some help." Winston started to edge his way around the table as Officer Phillips' corpse sat up, and several lengths of intestine fell to the white tiled floor with a wet, meaty "flumph."
"We need help down here in the Autopsy Room! What do you mean no-one is available?! We need help down here now!" Winston glanced at Dr. Stern from over Officer Phillips' rotting shoulder.
"Why aren't any of the guards free? Send him now, I don't care if he's a trainee. A trainee is better then no-one!" Winston was now on the opposite side of the table. And Officer Phillip's was leaving a bloody trail in his wake as he slowly got closer to the Ghostbuster.
"Mr. Zeddmore, they're sending someone down, the damned fools! Most of the security guards upstairs are having a party. The only person they could send down was a trainee, I'm not even sure if he has any experience with a gun." Dr. Stern pulled off his glasses to wipe his brow.
"At present a trainee would safice." Winston was now reaching a set of counters that lined the wall behind him. As soon as his back hit the metal surface he started looking around for a weapon. He spotted a fire-axe.
"Doc, I think I've got an idea."