We had snuck into the morgue. I felt this was a new low for me, but that would be a complete lie as I have several lows and to find a new one would be actually pretty difficult (which is really sad to admit to I admit). Though I do have to point out they don't guard bodies well at all! Like seriously one guy who was easy to buy off (ok so not so much snuck as bribed, look details do not matter!) It makes me think should some unthinkable thing happen and I die, I want my body burned immediately gods know what horrible people would do to my handsomeness. Probably something unnatural. It did take us a bit to find the body, since I did not remember/know the mans name, though after looking through a bunch of lockers of the dead (which I admit was a lot better than when we used to just have them lying on tables in the open, the smell alone was punishing) we found what was left of the victim. I say what was left because the melting process that had taken his face off, had now gotten the rest of him he was now just a flesh stew. It was extremely disgusting.
"You found him like this?"
"Gods no, when I saw him before it was just his face mostly melted off." I'll admit that didn't sound as good in my head as when I said it in person. Valerie took some beakers of his remains and we were on our way out of the morgue when we got stopped. There were five of them, dressed up like they were going to a pajama party.
"Friends of your Lorentino?" There faces were obscured, but I could guess they were not my friends.
"No my friends have a better sense of fashion." And then the battle was joined. I'd like to think it was because I insulted their sense of style, but in reality it was probably because they were there to kill me anyway. Probably, you never know maybe they worked really hard on those outfits!
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