Stiff Corpse

Fight on!

I don't know how long I've been hiding. Around me it was still pitch dark, the nightly mountain air was getting colder. There was no sign or sound of the bodies going upstairs. Looks like I'm still safe. Yes, safe, but until when? If I stay here until morning I might be able to, but what about Mas Joko? The wound is still open, the blood must still be flowing even though I told you to rub the wound with his shirt. His blood will be all but gone if left to continue. Damn, how many hours I've been here. I never wore a watch and –I just remembered - My phone I put in the ER when sewing Mr. Hendra earlier. Oh yes, what is the fate of Mr Hendra? Suddenly my tears came.

I held my sobs, shrinking her voice. But my heart was screaming more and more. What am I supposed to do? I dare not go down and check Mas Joko, what else goes down to the bottom floor. I hit my own head while crying. I was a coward, a coward! I always put myself first. Just like my first visit, I ran out and didn't help my friends. I then licked them by working on the type report. I saved myself. How low I am, I hate this useless me.

Fear is natural, not wrong, the wrong thing is to be a coward. So you have to fight that fear. Never lose with fear.

Suddenly the words of encouragement from my forensic lecturer flashed through my mind. The words I held were really when the Young Doctor used to be, especially when I was afraid of facing a corpse. I still remember, after that day I always tried to dare myself to do a visa, by continuing to repeat those words in my heart. It was as if he was there, encouraging me to fight this fear. I then remembered her warm smile, which always accompanied me during the forensic stase.

I try to think back, what should I do now? Those words from my lecturer made my mind wander wildly. The bodies that woke up again after a few hours, it was outside the forensic sciences, the science of Tanatology that he taught. Maybe I'm just being fucking shit. There were two bodies that the police sent here, and the body of the father woke up much faster than it should have. The body squirms first, not standing up in a few minutes. But the body of this Father stood up, even able to break down the chained door, unlike the other corpses.

I remember the story of Mr. Hendra's friend who was chasing him in the woods before he was shot dead, probably just before his muscle died... W-wait a minute, Muscles? The strength of the corpse was twice as strong as when it was alive... A muscle? Is it all related to muscles? Bodies that rise after a few hours after death rise slowly from the hands of the first... Tanatology... OH!!

I'm afraid, yes I'm very scared at the moment, my mind bounces around. But true, I can't be a coward. Although no matter how scared I was to keep fighting, I had to do something to save Mas Joko at least. As soon as my crying stopped, I closed my eyes, thinking of a plan. My hands clenched firmly, I must act. There's still something I can do! I have to survive