Putting on a pair of new gloves, Alice sighed looking at the victim on her autopsy table. This one was so young, life was really unfair some times.
She took a last look at the thin folder she had on him before starting her record player. “Dr Alice Drake, autopsy of an unknown caucasian male between 25 and 30, no apparent cause of death.”
Taking a scalpel on the tray of instruments, she lowered the blade to the skin.
He had been taken to the morgue after passing out in the middle of the street, and appeared to have died in truth it was because he had gone without blood for too long again. He closed his eyes tightly as he started to wake up again, his body smelling the blood in the morgue with him and craving it.
When she cut into his chest he let out a gasp and sat up, groaning as he looked down at the small cut that was already healing.
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