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Chapter One: The Undead Falling…
Wind… Sickening Crack… Pain… Darkness…
The air in the small square room reeked of death. A small lamp hung from the ceiling rocked back in fourth soundlessly. The light shines down on long cold metal tables; which lay scattered across the room with thin pure white sheets spread over the tables. Dead bodies of male and female lie beneath them.
On the far right of the room a large steel door opens to the lab with a low creak. An old mousy looking man wearing a white lab coat comes hurrying into the room, slamming the doors behind him and locking it. The man seems flustered. He marches over to one of the metal tables in the corner of the room. He rips off the pure white sheet revealing a body that is pale and limp from being dead a couple of hours.
The old man takes out his clip board and rapidly begins scribbling notes. Once done he pulls a small cart towards him that holds multiple metal scalpels and a little tape record. He picks up the small recorder and presses play.
“Subject is male, name Hans Gruber, still pending until further notice. Height 6’3 and weight is 180 pounds. Subject was dropped from a thirty story building resulting to an instant death. Subject has been dead for 24 hours. The body has sustained multiple broken bones. A Fractured spinal cord, both legs and arms are fractured in multiple places.
The man moved around the table to stand by the left side of the body. He gently lifted the arm lightly running his hand up and down the limb. The man frowned. He placed the arm gently down and moved to the other side of the table. He ran his hand over the right arm. His frown deepened and his face screwed up in confusion. He quickly moved over to both the legs and ran his hands over them as well.
“This is impossible” the man breathed. “The subject’s bones in both arms and legs have completely re-knitted themselves. All broken bones are healed.” The man moved the overhead light closer to the patient’s bare chest. “The gunshot wound appears to be completely healed as well."
The man stood there staring at the body completely lost. He couldn’t believe his findings. The subject was dead and his wounds were healed and had healed in 24 hours at that. That was not humanly possible. He ran his hand through his damp pepper and salt hair and rubbed his eyes.
“No one is going to believe me.” The man turned his back on the dead body lying on the table and headed towards the backroom to retrieve his camera so he could take pictures of his extraordinary findings.
The body of Hans Gruber lay at the end of the room. Hans’ body was cold, wet with water. He had been in the freezer for the past day and the ice was beginning to melting off his skin. Hans’ body twitched and he slowly opened his eyes which were a pure violent. He gazed up at the ceiling for a few seconds trying to get his bearings. He then slowly turned his head to the right and saw the old man in the adjourned room had his back to him. Hans sat up from the table and placed his bare feet on the frigid floor. With inhuman speed he silently glided across the room; where Hans stood directly two feet behind the old man.
The man in the white lab coat wheeled around and was about to go back to the other room to finish his research, but froze in his tracks. He looked upon a pale naked man standing in front of him. A very naked dead man to put it in better terms. Hans’ violet eyes roamed the old man’s body lustfully. Pale white cracked lips formed into a smirk revealing long sharp white fangs. The old man never even got the chance to scream as the supposed dead man lunged at him. All that could be heard from outside of the lab was a low choking noise and blood spattering on the walls and floor as human flesh was being ripped open.