Stiff Corpse
Bizarre Phenomenon
The building of a magnificent hospital - in the middle of the quiet streets of the city that night, muted with the sound of fire. The sound of an explosion caused from the trigger of a gun that hit a bullet, sounded earthy. The source came from a room behind the hospital that read The morgue.
It was seen that some of the police fired their pistols into the room whose door was wide open. They continued to fire their bullets, viciously at an old man crawling from an iron bed. Though the middle-aged man, already drenched in blood, but he kept trying to crawl down from the iron bed. He groaned in pain, for every hot lead that rained down on his body. But the police don't care. They took turns shooting, while continuing to hide in the outdoor wall. The gripping fear was clearly drawn on their faces.
The movements of the man were stiff, like a broken puppet being forced into motion. His head was shaking wildly. His bloodied face stared blankly at the policemen who kept charging at him. His hand, which was full of wounds, has now managed to reach the floor of the white ceramic typical of the morgue. They're getting panicked. Of course they were panicking, it was not supposed that the person whose life had been taken out of the body, had been declared dead by the doctor two hours ago, could crawl back.
The atmosphere was getting gripping and hysterical, none of them - the gallant and big-bodied police - dared to approach. Some screamed like women, some fled. But there were still police who bravely closed the door of the morgue that was trying to be grabbed by the corpse. Some others kept shooting, and some called for help. They were shoulder to shoulder so that the old man's corpse would not crawl out of the room. And the sounds of gunfire continued to resonate, echoing throughout the hospital building.
A few minutes later, a black Rover was seen speeding up and coming to a sudden stop in front of the morgue. A man about 30 years old, with neat undercut hair, and wearing a doctor's suit came out of the car. Highlight his sharp eyes –with thick eyebrows – looks at the police who are now looking at him. The policemen were scrambling, seeing her forensic specialist walking unhesitatingly towards the morgue. Some hinted to stop their shots, so that the doctor could safely go inside.
But just now that his black pantofel shoes touched the blood-filled floor, his presence was already greeted by the undead who were now standing upright. His scarred body puffed up before the doctor, as if unwilling to be humbled by his sharp gaze. The two of them stared at each other for a few seconds, as if threatening each other. The policemen gulped, tensed, and put the gun down.
The doctor was very confident, with empty hands –that he was hiding in his pocket-coat he dared to face the strange phenomenon. He continued to direct his sharp eyes towards the crushed face of the corpse. Some bullets must have hit the face, smashing the left eyeball, and the temple. Now his face was drenched in blood and flesh was reduced to one, so terrible to behold. His mouth was wide open, and the corpse began to growl loudly.
A moment later the doctor's right hand grabbed the body's right eye. The daryitadi hand he hid behind the pocket of the suit, holding a syringe. It turned out that he had prepared from the beginning, the syringe pierced the corpse's last eye. Blood spurted into the doctor's white coat. The clear liquid inside the injection began to enter, radiating into his veins. The body of the man groaned in pain, his roaring cry filled the room with the white wall. Her cries swayed, trying to claw around. But free he could not see anymore, he just clawed the air around him without direction.
Utilizing that, the doctor then violently flapped one of his thin legs, and made the corpse fall to the floor. Then he folded the corpse's hand to his back and locked it. Some police quickly helped, securing the body. Some policemen carried brown string fibers and then began to tie their hands together, holding them as if they were in prison.
The doctor snorted softly, exhaling a breath of relief from his nose. A young policeman –who did not help secure the body then approached with some report papers.
"What time is it?" the doctor said, taking the report from the young police.
"Emm seven o'clock last night doc.." The young cop looked confused.
"Gee.. What time is he dead?" The doctor turned the report.
"Hour six says Dr. Teddy..."
"What time??" The doctor pointed his left ear closer to the policeman, trying to listen to his words. It looks like the doctor's right ear is deaf.
"Hour... E-six docks.." repeated the policeman hesitantly.
"Teddy miscalculated. Maybe four or three.."
"Kok can be so doc?." the young cop frowned.
The doctor ignored. He just stared at the corpse – who is now mobbed by a lot of police-with a sad look.
"This corpse crus is accompanied by doc?" The doctor's sad face instantly turned into fear.
"Just give it back." he said hesitantly while giving back the report paper.
The policeman then flipped through it, he was looking for something "Roadstreet number 2... here doctor?"
"Not.." he said slowly. A moment later the doctor held his right ear as if he felt pain.
The policeman was more confused, he then flipped through the report paper carefully. Spreading his eyes exploring the corpse's data. "Malang regency, Bukitbesar subdistrict, leng village..."
"Pendosa.." cut the doctor in a soft voice. He then took off the doctor's coat and hung it on his left arm.
The young policeman was more confused to hear those words. He almost wanted to ask again to confirm what words he had heard just now. But the doctor had already walked away from him, out of the morgue while holding his painful ear.
The young policeman chased after him with a confused face. The doctor turned his head, he almost opened the door of his Rover car. Seeing the confused face mixed with fear, the Doctor finally approached him and whispered softly.
"The place that should be..."
