Dead Girls Can't Die - 01

Where are you?
"I don't know. I can't see anything. There is nothing but darkness." I answer.
Who are you?
"I'm cold. So very cold. I am wrapped in something plastic. That is all I know."
What is this place?
"I seem to be inside a very small room. Small like a coffin."
Why are you here?
"How the fuck am I supposed to know that, I don't even know where here is!"
Calm down.
"Shut up!"
If I do that I won't be able to help you.
"If you want to help stop asking stupid questions that I can't answer!"
You can answer them, you just don't want to. I know the answers.
"Then give them to me! Where am I?"
You are in a morgue of course.
"Why am I here?"
Because you failed again.
"What did I fail at?"
Life or death, take your pick.
"Quit talking in fucking riddles! How can I get out of here?"
You could try screaming.
As loud as I can I scream, "HELP!!!!!!!!!!! SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I think I hear someone.
"Really? I don't hear anything."
Shut up and listen.
A door creaks open and I hear two pairs of footsteps treading across a linoleum floor.
"I know I heard something from in here Robby."
"This place is getting to you man. Next thing you are going to see one of the bodies jump up and start dancing around or moaning about brains."
I think you better scream again.
"HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Holy shit there is someone in one of the bins!" the second man exclaims.
Start kicking the door so they can find you easier.
With all my strength I kick the door and the sides and the top of the bin I am in.
THUD THUD THUD THUD
"Sounds like it is coming from number 47. Hurry up and get it open Jones."
See I told you I could help you.
CLICK
Hear that metallic click? The door has a lock on it. There is no way you would have been able to get out on your own.
"Oh my god, Robby, she is alive."
"Get her out of that bag. Jesus who would be sick enough to stick a girl in a thing like this. Are you okay honey?"
ZZZIIIPPP
"Fuck me, Jones, I was here when they brought her in yesterday. She was dead."
"Very funny. Really miss are you okay? Who did this to you."
He is right, you were dead. He will show you the proof in a few seconds.
"I am not kidding around. Here look at her file."
The man named Robby heads over to a filing cabinet and pulls out a manila folder labeled 'Jane Doe'.
"See look here is a picture of her dead as roadkill."
Robby hands the picture to Jones.
"This isn't possible, someone is pulling a prank on us. Look around for a hidden camera or something."
"I assisted Dr. Steward in the autopsy. Cause of death was trauma from being hit by a MAC Truck doing around 40 miles per hour. I remember looking at her thinking that it was a pity that such a beautiful girl threw herself in front of a truck like that."
See I told you you failed again.
"Enough with the I told you so bullshit."
"What did you say?" Robby asks.
These two are going to be a problem. You better take care of them.
"And just what do you mean by 'You better take care of them'?"
Robby smiles and says "Yes honey we will take care of you. Jones we better call in a doctor to look her over."
You know what I mean. You realize what would happen if they learned the truth about you. Remember what happened before?
Another dark cold room. I woke up naked but strapped to a table. Someone stood over me with a delighted smile on his evil face.
"Wonderful so what they said is true, you come back to life whenever you are killed."
"NO!!!!!! Don't make me remember that!!!!!!!!"
Just imagine what they could put you through in this era.
"Yeah you are right. This girl is bonkers for sure. I will see if I can find her something to wear too. Be back in a few minutes." Jones says as he starts to head for the exit.
STOP HIM!!!!!!
"NO DON'T GO!!!!! Please don't go."
That is the way. Squeeze out a few tears for him.
I begin to cry and reach out my hands towards him.
"Hey it is okay, I am going to get someone here to help you." Jones says.
"No, please come here." I beg.
Good. Now remember you are faster and stronger than they are. You have done this before. They are weak, they are mortal. Strike fast and they will be dead before they even realize what is happening.
As Jones reaches the drawer I am sitting on I grab for his head and twist it as hard as I can. The bones make a sickening rapid fire snapping sound as I turn his head halfway around the wrong way.
In a flash I am up and slamming my fist into Robby's face so hard that I feel his skull cave in.
Good work killer. Now take Jones clothes and both of their wallets. We will need the money.
As I stripped Jones a nauseating feeling of familiarity overcame me. There was nothing in my stomach to throw up but this didn't stop me from dry heaving for a few minutes. When I was finished I curled up into as small a ball as I could and lay there on the floor trembling like a palm tree in a hurricane as hot tears burned their way down my face.
We don't have time for this. You have to get up and get out of here before someone finds you. You can act like a baby as much as you want to later.
"FUCK YOU!!! Who the fuck are you? Why won't you leave me alone?"
I am the one who looks after us when you decide to go off an do something stupid like throwing yourself into traffic. Without me you would still be laying on that slab without a single conscious thought in your head. Now get the fuck up, get dressed, and get the hell out of this place.
"Why don't you make me?"
Oh you think I can't do anything to you? You think I can't hurt you?
I woke in a ditch on a lonely stretch of highway. My head hurt and I could feel the heat of a fire very close to me. I jumped to my feet and looked over the hood of the burning car at the chard corpse of a man. I knew this man. I loved this man. He was my husband.
"NO!!!!!!!!!! Okay, okay you win. Just don't make me remember that. Please not that."
That isn't even the worst I can do. Now get dressed and get out of here. And don't forget to grab your file.
I quickly covered my naked body with the clothes I had stripped from the corpse of Jones. As men go he wasn't very well built but his clothes were still too large for me.
Before leaving the room I caught my reflection in the gleaming metal side of a cabinet holding various medical tools.
I looked like more of a corpse than the two dead men. My skin is nearly the color of an egg shell and my eyes are sunken and bruised. My ragged black hair hangs dirty and limp down to my shoulders with bangs that hang down in my face to my chin. The white scrubs I stole from Jones and my rail thin body only adds to the walking corpse effect. The deep purple of the bruises on my cheeks and around my eyes conflicts with the almost blood red color of my lips.
Just let your hair hang over your face and keep your head down. No one will bother you.
"What if they do?"
Then we will take care of them as well.
"Okay where do I go?"
This is my first time in this place too. Surely there will be signs you can follow. Just go, anywhere in this place is better than this room.
With that I stepped out of the morgue and began to worm my way through the maze like passages of the hospital. I quickly lost my way but my instincts told me to just act like I belonged here and that I knew where I was going.
After wandering for 15 minutes I found an employee locker room. I made my way into the women's section which was deserted with the exception of one woman who was stashing her belongings in a locker. I went into a toilet stall and waited a few brief minutes for her to leave.
When she was gone I attacked the door of her locker with a fierce punch that caved in the middle and caused the top corner to stick out. I grabbed the protruding part and pulled with all my strength.
The pad lock the woman had placed on the locker didn't give but the door did.
I quickly rooted through her purse to see what I could find. I found just what I needed. Makeup.
I stripped off my clothes and took a fast shower after which I dressed up in my borrowed outfit again. I used the makeup to cover up the bruises which seemed to have faded some since I had first examined them in the morgue. Lastly I ran a brush I had discovered in the locker through my hair and then used a hair band from the purse to fix it into a simple ponytail. With this done I looked almost normal.
"You sure have been quite lately."
You are taking care of business just fine on your own.
"Thanks."
I left the locker room and quickly found my way to a bank of elevators. I descended to the ground floor and a few minutes later I was within sight of the exit.
I proceeded through the doors into the cold rainy night and to the universe in general I posed the question, "What now?"