Stiff Corpse

Which Never Happened

I want to take my words back. I can't take it anymore. From the time I hated corpses, I wished I had never met a corpse again in my career. But instead I was faced with a condition where I would continue to interact with the corpse. Indeed, the "Procedure" has been successful for 19 years, but the bodies can not always be "controlled" like this. Who would have thought, there would be something like this. An event that has not happened in 19 years.

That afternoon we were surprised by the arrival of a police ambulance belonging to Mr. Hendra. The body of a girl, wrapped in a yellow body bag, was taken out of the car. Mr Hendra seemed to be in a hurry to bring him into the morgue, was he dead long ago? Mr. Badrun, who was still not home at the time, with me and Mas Joko, helped him move the body.

After pushing the gurney carrying the bag into the morgue, Mr. Hendra immediately approached Mr. Badrun. He asked Mr. Badrun to speak outside the morgue, leaving me alone with Mas Joko to take care of the bag. Her warm face looks panicked.

At that time I tried to examine the body of the girl. I opened the body bag a little. The child was about 8 or 9 years old, still very small for someone who was killed by being stabbed by a knife in the eyeball. Even the knife was still stuck right in his left eye. My bones felt like an earthquake, my body shook uncontrollably after seeing the condition of the corpse. Which demon would do such a heinous deed.

"Directly closed dock... Come on!" mr. Badrun said after finding me opening the body bag. I don't see Mr. Hendra next to him.

Mr. Badrun tried to stop me from examining the body. I don't know what he was talking about with Mr. Hendra, he seemed to be panicking, I panicked too. Mas Joko and I ran out of the morgue, and then Mr. Badrun closed the wooden door. At that time I could hear the sound of police ambulance Pak Hendra away from the Puskesmas.

"What the hell is it, sir?" cringing Sayang. I still can't shake my trembling.

"Mas Hendra said he didn't know his death clock... T-fear "wake up" doc"

"O-Oh so..." I gulped "Gerrin too sir."

"Please help doc... chained up again" Mas Joko interrupted our conversation.

After we finished chained the door, the three of us went back into the puskesmas. Mas Joko immediately turned on the TV, trying to eliminate the panic just now, melting the atmosphere. While Mr. Badrun said goodbye because the day was getting late. He ran back and forth as if so afraid to see the condition of the corpse earlier. Although it has been 19 years experiencing all this, even a Mr. Badrun was never used to it. I closed my eyes, trying to catch my breath. And keep my umpteenth night at this puskesmas beginning, beginning.

A few minutes passed, suddenly we heard the sound of a child screaming from inside the morgue. I who began to focus on comedic shows on TV came to a surprise, as well as Mas Joko. We were both tense, huft, we were almost too late. I snorted in relief, full of gratitude.

The sound of the screams was mixed with the cries. It looks like the corpse remembered the last memories of its life before it was killed. Yes, just like the corpse of the grandfather who called his son and the corpse of the woman vomit up the insect liquid first. But if approached, of course they will attack like wild animals, just like my first undead and the story of Mas Joko. How can it be like that? Actually what is on their minds, is their brain still functioning? Not likely. But the corpse of the grandfather could pick up my phone. My imagination is getting wild, I'm not focusing any more on that TV show.

A few minutes later, the sound of screaming grew, deafening the ears, coupled with sounds like objects being swiped against the wood. Funny TV shows are not funny anymore. Mas Joko even sat on the floor and raised the TV voice, so that his attention was not focused on the roar of the corpse. I also tried to distract myself, by playing mobile phones, surfing the internet, hoping for something interesting.

About an hour later, our tranquility grew. This time from the sound of police ambulance sirens, which again came.

TIIN TIINN

"JOKO! DOCTOR SIR!"

Mas Joko and I immediately ran over to the sound. Hendra was seen with another policeman coming down from the front door of the ambulance.

"Why else sir?" I said while amazed.

"M-Mayat dok.. one more.." said Mr. Hendra who looks very panicked, more panicked than this afternoon.

I glanced at Mas Joko. I could see the tension clearly on his face.

"D-In dalem... Is there a sir?" said Mas Joko trembling.

"Y-Yes.how else is the seat.." Mr. Hendra was shaking too. So did his police friend. We're all scared. Then silence suddenly shrank. The four of us met each other without flinching for a moment.

"Y-Yas has been put in mas.." I said trying to break the silence.

"D-Tok in the body again alive!!" The fear of Joko is no longer contained.

"B-Third can't you?!" relaxed said.

Mas Joko glanced at Mr. Hendra with fear. Mr. Hendra also looked very tense. My eyes turned towards them in turn, confused by this situation. Fear pounced on each of our hearts.

"What time is he dead, sir?"

"Barusan doc... there has not been an hour...this child who shot.." he said while introducing his police colleagues earlier. That cop, his face is more innocent than Mas Joko. He looked more scared than the three of us. It seemed, this was his first experience facing the undead.

"Di... Been shot? Why?"

"Yes this is the body of the father who killed the little boy in the room doc..."

Instantly my hair goosebumps so badly. It felt like there was a stream of electricity running down my back, stretching to my feet. It's been a while since this corpse died? I can figure out what his memory was before he died. This body is dangerous if not immediately inserted.

"If... The four of you can, right?" Sela Mas Joko's. Back, we were tense.

This is the first incident in 19 years at this puskesmas according to Mas Joko. Where they have to put the bodies into the morgue that already contains the bodies as well. Moreover, the corpse inside was "rising". The last time, there was a corpse that was put into a room containing a corpse that had risen, happened 19 years ago in the house of the evil Shaman. They did it with a lot, not with four people. Of all of us here, only Mas Joko was there at the time, and he was 7 years old. None of us are experienced. We don't know what to do.

This body is a 40-year-old father, the killer of the girl's corpse. He was the devil who stuck a knife in his eyeball. Mirisnya again, this person is the real father of the daughter. How strong is a father, who kills his own flesh and blood. This village is really bad.

According to the story of Mr. Hendra, after killing his son, he fled to the forest. Got a report of the residents, the police immediately brought the body of his son first to the – health center through Mr. Hendra-and then did a chase against this father. A few hours into the chase, they found him trying to attack a resident. Without a second thought they rained down on this father with hot lead, to death on the spot.

When "rising", this father's body will be very troublesome. Unlike his young son, this father is energetic and stamina. When his life alone he can run from the police, even injuring adults, especially when "rising". That's what scares me so much. What's more, this is the first event since 19 years. I could no longer hold back my trembling, we were all terrified. But we keep steadying our steps pushing this corpse –with bed ER-to the morgue.

Our plan was to push him quickly along with this ER bed at once, –We purposely swapped the police ambulance gurney for the ER bed - once our morgue door opened.

The sound of the child's corpse's screams grew clearer, as we reached the front of the morgue. As if the boy knew, we came to bring his father. The sound of friction from the wooden door had made us hesitate to open it. But Mas Joko and Pak Hendra ventured to start removing the chain. Surprisingly, as the chain began to open, the sound of friction stopped. I know the child's body is getting ready, waiting for us. Me and the cop were also ready to quickly push the ER bed as soon as the door opened.

"The third count is Jok... hold firmly his chin.." said Mr. Hendra groping.

"Y-yes... The doc was pushed right away..."

"S-Ready.. ready mas.." I gulped. I don't feel very good.

"Ready. one... THREE!"

As soon as the door opened, I put up the horses to kick. But it seems I lost quickly to the corpse. The woman's body jumped from the darkness of the morgue, crawling so fast with a knife in her hand.

"BATKK!!!! HOTASSSSS!!!"

"AAAAAAAHHHHH"

My warning was too late, the boy's body thrust his knife into Mr. Hendra's leg. Mr. Hendra fell down, groaning in pain. We were all stunned for a while before Mr. Hendra's friend fired a gun at the body. But his shot missed, I could see his hand trembling in fear, so it could not aim precisely.

I quickly responded, thrust the bed into the child's corpse, then violently stomped my feet against the bed. Quickly the bed slid and hit the child's corpse, pushing him inside with his father's body. I could clearly see the knife-piercing wound that was scratched clearly next to his eye and my bed wheel hit right in his face. There was the sound of crumbling bones with iron-haired sounds hitting the ceramic floor as the bed slid into the darkness of the morgue. I don't know what happened to the bed or the bodies, I'm concerned. And I swiftly closed the wooden door of the morgue.

"COME ON!!!" I shouted to Mas Joko who stood looking full of fear.

Mas Joko was just stunned by the fear of seeing a knife stuck in the foot of Hendra's pack. I kept giving it away, because I could no longer hold this door. The boy's body thrashed, lashing from the inside. He tried to get out, his strength was strong. Though just now, the bones of his face crumbled because hit by a wheel bed. Luckily Mr. Hendra's friend immediately responded by bringing me the iron chain. The two of us then quickly chained the door.

My sweat is pouring, my breath is panting. It was like running for tens of kilometers without stopping. I now feel for myself how the power of the undead is. Lucky I was quick to act by slamming the bed. I don't know what the condition of the father's body is, I just closed the door. Looks like the body fell to the floor? Ah... I don't have time to think about that, now I'd better take care of Mr. Hendra's wounds.

The four of us went back to the puskesmas. Me and that cop are carrying Hendra's man to the ER. Again I had to yell at Joko to help me immediately treat Mr. Hendra's wound, pull out the knife that stuck in his thigh. It seems that Mas Joko is still traumatized, frightened after the incident. With trembling he prepared sewing threads, antiseptic drugs, and dope. For too long, I prepared some tools myself with a slight restraint of anger.

Mr. Hendra's wounds must be dealt with immediately, the bleeding must be stopped immediately, the life of Mr. Hendra could be threatened, so that there was in my mind while staring sadly at the condition of Mr. Hendra who lay limp full of pain.

"Sir Hendra Take a breath yes.This I want to pull the knife slowly"

With a mantab I held the handle of the knife, with both hands, and then pulled it. Of course the breath was useless to remove the pain altogether, he kept screaming as hard as he could. I'm just trying to calm Mr. Hendra down so his blood doesn't come out too much.

"ADUUCH! ouch! dok pain.." said Mr. Hendra grimaced after seeing the knife in his thigh had been uprooted.

"Patience sir.. soon I'll stitch the wound.."

"D-ddok. doc..." Suddenly Mas Joko, who was just silent, let out her voice.

"Mas Joko calm down dong! Don't be afraid!!"

"We... K-us... Just go from here, Doc... The puskesmas are closed, doc... P-pak Hendra's..." Mas Joko's eyes glared around.

"Huh?" Me and Mr. Hendra were confused to see his strange behavior.

"So... It's on the dock floor... On the morgue floor I see..."

"The story is clear.. See what you are?" said Mr. Hendra interrupted.

"I-that's sir.. k-kertass splattered on the floor..."

BRAAAKK......... KRESSSSA.........

Suddenly we were shocked by the sound of broken wood, followed by a sound like iron chains falling scattered to hit the ceramic floor. My heart paused for a moment, we were all silent.

Then Mas Joko continued his words "K-paper spell sir..."