Lalka_Travilaf, 16 мая 2018 г., 7:49
He stood at the cold table, curiously eyeing the new corpse. Damage in the pelvic area at all has not confused him; he is paid not for the true cause of death, and desired. In the morgue packs bring the bodies for which the pathologist should be well fabricated. Stupor Steve does not threaten, because he is the best in the business. Pointing to the obituary fake cause of death, Steve continued his March to the next ''patient''. ''What have we here? Traumatic brain. Very fresh,'' thought Steve. Taking out a scalpel, he decided to open the abdomen in search of the desired liver. Picking his hand in a white glove in the guts of the ''patient'' and taking out the desired organ, the other hand Steve cut the ''extra wires''. Carefully removing the liver in a special bag, Steve went on. Bending over the next ''patient'', he realized that it was a terrible mistake: the corpse was a human being, however, influential gentlemen put too large amount to, at first glance, dead body, dead thoroughly. Steve's throat is dry. He has not had time to take the lives of other people, he was only engaged in the forgery of diagnoses. A cold sweat broke out on Steve through. His face was covered with sweat. Steve already figured out, that will become with him, if he disobeys their patrons. Leave it just the body can not but touch him, too, is not desirable. ''Do they come for me, if I don't need an obituary? Yes there is no, for them he and so already is dead'', - she Pro themselves Steve. His phone rang. Picking up the phone, Steve heard a familiar voice: ''Mr. Clive, are you done with your clients?'' Steve's breathing intensified, the shiver ran through his body, his legs became wadded. ''Y-Yes, sir,'' Steve replied hesitantly, but the voice in the tube, without drawing attention to it, continued: ''in this case, we are waiting for you to report on the work done within an hour.'' Hung second pause, and he heard the dial tone in the handset. Steve, brute, took up a scalpel and moved towards the table his ''favorite patient''. Raising his hand with a scalpel, Steve was about to strike me in the heart, suddenly eyes lying on the table widened, and the strong hand, seize the scalpel Steve hit him in the stomach. The man stood up and ran. Steve snickered under the weight of his own body. However a sharp pain brought him to his senses; the wound was shallow. So Steve was able to provide himself with medical care. Ten minutes later, he was already wading toward the exit. From the room it was impossible to get out without the key, therefore, is the one he's looking for must still be here. Steve was now in equal terms with the runaway that the damage was equal, but due to their stupidity Steve did not bother to conduct a full examination of the body for damage. Do not rely on cursory inspections. Walking down the dark corridor, Steve did not notice that behind him appeared a shadow. Blow to the back of the head and the darkness. Waking up in one of the premises of the morgue, Steve found that all the corpses were in the room, somewhere missing. A thick metal door heard strange shuffling sounds. The door's locked from the inside, but there's nobody in the room but Steve. Cell phone's gone missing somewhere. Steve feels weak, his legs crumble, his body numb. Once again the darkness covers him with his shroud. To be continued. Author: Lalka_Travilaf
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