INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - HALLWAY - BASEMENT - DAY

Jill is walking down a long, darkened hall, holding a stack of folders. Her gun is safely placed in the holster outside her shirt. She approaches a door with a MORGUE sign bolted on it.

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INT. MORGUE - DAY

Strollers are crowding the room, with bodies, covered by white sheets and black plastic bags, lying on them. A set of one person refrigerators are in the back.

A rather unpleasent, OBESE CORONER, in a blood stained apron, resides behind a table, which is in a chaoitc mess. The Coroner is calmly destroying the contents of a Krispy Kreme box.

Jill enters and looks at the CORONER with a badly disguised repulsion.

JILL

Umm... Good afternoon. I am

Jill Valentine with the Special

Tactics And Rescue Service. I'm

supposed to assist you with the

autopsy of Jared Parsons.

CORONER

Number.

JILL

Excuse me?

The Coroner sighs and rolls his eyes.

CORONER

Listan Ma'am, I don't have the

time to memorize everyone's

names. The bodies are catalgued.

Now tell me the stiff's number

so that we can get this moving.

Jill gives the Coroner a spiteful look, opens the folder and looks inside.

JILL

Twenty seven.

CORONER

Right this way.

The Coroner dumps the donut box on top of the papers and leads Jill to a body. He lifts the cover. Jill turns away in disgust immediately.

JILL

Oh, sweet...

CORONER

Oh, pardon me. This one's not

yours. You know them hillbillies

living in the outskirts. Can't

settle an arguement without an

axe in the head.

JILL

If we please can move this

along...

The Coroner leads Jill to a nearby body. He lifts the cover. Jill is stunned into silence and immobility. The Coroner sees this and grins.

CORONER

I know how you feel.

JILL

Are... Are you sure the other

one wasn't mine?

CORONER

I'm positive. You know, I'm

not really sure why we're

here. I mean, what's there to

autopsy? They guy's pretty

much hallowed out. In any

case...

He puts on a set of rubber gloves from a nearby tables, then proceeds to grab a tape recorder and a scalpel.

CORONER(CONT.)

(speaking into the recorder)

July twenty-eight, ninteen

ninety eight. Five fourteen

p.m. Coroner. Dan Morton. I

am standing here with Special

Tactics And Rescue Service

Officer Jill Valentine. We are

examining the body of the

eleventh victim if the Arklay

killings, Jared Parsons. The

victim died due to major blood

and organ loss.

Jill takes a deep breath and turns her head to the side.

CORONER(CONT)

Most of the organs are missing

and were apperently eaten. I

will now make an incision at the

lower part of the abdomen, the

only part even remotely intact.

As the Coroner makes the incision, a small amount of dark, chunky blood pours out. The Coroner's eyes widen and he backs away.

CORONER(CONT.)

What the hell?

Jill turns her heed back.

JILL

Is something wrong?

CORONER

It's the blood... It is

properly coagulated and

everything...

JILL

So what is the problem?

CORONER

It is still circulating.

JILL

How is that possible? He's

been dead for hours and most

of his organs are missing!

CORONER

Don't you think I know that?

Listen, there must be a logical

explanation of this. Perhaps a

a gas of some sort is pushing

the blood...

They both stare at the body. Suddenly, Jill screams. The eyes Jared's mutilated face, encrusted with blood, blink.

JILL

He's alive!

A low moan erupts from Jared, as his chewed up hand slowly begins to rise.

JILL(CONT.)

What's happening?

CORONER

The gasses---

JILL

Fuck the gasses! The guy's

alive!

Jared sits up, very clumsily, like a new born. Some intestines splither out of the gaping hole in his stomach and land with sickening splat on the floor. Jill covers her mouth, almost gagging on her vomit.

CORONER

It's impossible...

Jared stares at the two, confused. Suddenly, he lets out an animal-like snarl and and with his outstretched hand grabs the Coroner's arm. The latter screams in terror and drops the scalpel and recorder on the floor.

CORONER(CONT.)

What's it doing? Help!

Jared pulls the Coroner's arm towards his opening, drooling mouth.

Jill acts quicky, she drops the folders on the floor and whips out her gun. She aims a Jared, pulls the trigger. Nothing.

CORONER(CONT.)

Noooo!!!

Jared begins to slowly sink his teeth into the Coroner's flesh, as Jill desperatly tries to figure out what is wrong woth her revolver.

JILL

Goddamn magazine jammed...

The Coroner's screams grow louder as Jared's teeth break the skin and blood begins to ooze out.

Jill sees the scalpel on the floor, puts it down and kneels down to grab the small knife.

CORONER

Help!

Jill stands with the knife for a few moments, confused. Then shequickly jams the scalpel between Jared's eyes.

Jared's grip relaxes, his jaw drops, releasing the Coroner. Then, his eyes roll into th back of the head and he falls back down on the table.

The Coroner collapses on the floor, holding his bleeding arm. Jill drop sthe scalpel on the ground, and as she is putting her gun back in the holster, she kneels down the Coroner.

JILL

Are you okay?

CORONER

The damn thing bit me.

Jill looks at his small wound, it is just some slightly broken skin.

JILL

It's not that bad.

CORONER

Thank god for that.

JILL

What the fuck was that? He

was dead just a second ago.

CORONER

Well, sometimes the decomposition

gasses cause the body to rise and

produce---

JILL

Will you just shut up with

the gasses! That body came

back to life, bit you on the

arm and would have still been

alive and gnawing on you if

I hadn't jammed that damn

scalpel in his head!

CORONER

But it's impossible. For

god's sake, the man'spleen

and intestines were missing!

JILL

Well it didn't stop him from...

In any case, I must go and

report this. I'll also call the

ambulance for you. Who knows what

kind of disease that thing carried.

Jill jumps to her feet and rushes out of the room.

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INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - HALLWAY - DAY

Jill runs down the hell, pushing aside the staff.

JILL

Somebody, call an ambulance,

a man was attacked in the

morgue.

MAN

Valentine, is this some type

of joke?

Jill does not pay attention to him and opens a door, next to which is a plaque reading S.T.A.R.S.

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INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - S.T.A.R.S. OFFICE - DAY

The entire Alpha unit is gathered around a huge radio receiver in the back, listening to white noise. Jill runs in.

JILL

Guys! Something weird is

happening with the body---

JOSEPH

Jill, shut up.

JILL

Wha---

Kevin Dooly's voice filters in from the static.

DOOLY

This is Kevin Dooly... We've

crashed landed at forty five

degrees north, forty one degrees

west. Evryone else split up, I

can't find them...

A loud banging noise mixes in with Dooly's voice.

DOOLY(CONT.)

Something's trying to get in,

send help immediately!

A crashing sound is heard and Dooly begins to scream, soon loud growling over powers his voice and once again, only white noise is heard.

JILL

Did I miss something?

JOSEPH

It's the Bravos... Apparently

they crash landed in the woods

last night and were attacked

by something. The machine got

this message last night.

CHRIS

We must get there immediately.

Brad, warm up the chopper!

BARRY

I'll sort out the weapons.

JILL

Hold on! Guys, the body in

the morgue, it came alive.

JOSEPH

What? Jill, what are you

talking about?

WESKER

This will have to wait, Jill

get your things.

JILL

Right, but---

WESKER

Jill, we'll talk about it

afterwards.

The Alphas begin rushing about the room, opening drawers, locker, grabbing guns and vests.