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Mission Flesh Mechanic: Zombies?
Sofia and Sarah go to poke at the dead bodies. It is a world of disgusting, if I do say so myself, but you'll be happy to note that Sarah doesn't add Sofia to the 'dead' list; very exciting.
“I suppose it would be redundant to ask if you’d brought any Vicks,” Sofia mused aloud as she pulled a pair of surgical gloves from their box, expertly balancing the manila file she’d brought in with her before deciding on leaving it open beside the tools she’d requested.
Sarah snorted in reply from where she was poking around in the drawer they kept the specialty knives in. “You figure that out all by yourself or the novel you got about me help a little?” she asked, before holding up a small lancet knife. “What the hell is this supposed to do? Poke them into telling you how they died?”
“I admit, I cheated a little. Not like you wouldn’t have told me anyway.” Sofia finished snapping on her gloves, and doing a quick check in the reflective surface of the steel cabinets to make sure her hair was secure while at the same time hitting 'Record' on the camera, pulled back the sheet.
“Yeah, you know me. Screaming from the roof tops about how I lived with dead-“ Sarah broke off, as she had turned around to give Sofia a smirk and was met with the unexpected sight of the body. “Well. Fuck.”
The bullet hole to the head made an obvious cause of death. It might have been a man at one time, but whether it qualified now – too skinny, pale, awkward, as if constricted somehow, and yet, they knew what he’d done – was questionable.
“Lots and lots of vodka interrogation,” Sofia murmured before clearing her throat and darting her eyes up to her young bodyguard. “It’s about to get worse,” she told her, and, not waiting for an answer, pulled back the skin from the earlier autopsy incision to reveal the ribs.
The ribs themselves, already conveniently cut away, were gently removed next to rest on it’s abdomen, revealing a disturbing emptiness. Most of the organs were gone, only part of what was perhaps a lung remaining, swimming in a shallow pool of thick liquid; they seemed to have all disintegrated away. Sofia’s elbow hit against a prong of the ribs as she bent in to look closer and it broke off, the end crumbling white dust behind it. It was... brutal, in a word, and Sarah didn’t feel the least bit angry at herself for closing her eyes and looking away. “Are we done?” she asked. “I’ll even do the write-up. One very fucked up body. The end.”
“Not yet,” Sofia answered distractedly before looking over at the younger woman and softening, just slightly. “I just have one more thing I want to check,” she continued, stepping back as the body lifted into the air and clumsily turned over. “The X-rays they took of the skull caught a slice of the neck as well. It was lucky that I even saw it, biology isn’t my degree and I could be wrong, but I thought I saw a shadow...”
Sarah looked up at Sofia’s silence, coming closer when there continued to be no reaction other than her staring thoughtfully at the base of the body’s neck. There was a small bulge there, longer than it was wide and no bigger that her thumb. “What the hell is that?” she asked. “And if you say aliens I’ll fucking stab you to death with the mini-spear.”
With a small laugh, Sofia turned away, picking up a scalpel. “Only one way to find out...”
}
“So, we have a bunch of dead bodies.”
“Yes. Turn right here.”
Sarah did as she was told, inwardly pleased with how much smoother it was this time; a driver’s license hadn’t been a top priority when vowing to avenge her family’s death, but she hadn’t really felt like arguing the fact with the shrink. “And they’re all fucked up and have little-“
“Living tissue implants in their neck which possibly caused them to become crazy, self-consuming superstrong 'mutants',” Sofia interrupted, still poring over the papers she had spread over her legs, feet up on the dash. “Yes.”
“One of which is in my pocket.”
Sofia glanced over, giving her a bright smile. “It’s in a vial. Unless it mutates into something with hands that can open vials from the inside, you’ll be fine.”
Stopping at the red light, Sarah turned to look back at Sofia stonily. “Wonderful.”
“Although, it is a tissue implant. It could possibly control things without hands. Then you’re basically hammered. Left, please,” Sofia informed her, almost cheerfully, before returning to her notes, turning a page.
“Screwed,” Sarah corrected distractedly; how was she supposed to watch the cars coming from the other direction and the light at the same time?
“Not until we get to the bar.” Sofia turned over another piece of paper in her lap and frowned. “None of these fit. Old woman, young man. Retired, working. Neither have the same butcher or go to the same church. No friends or family in common. The woman didn’t even have a computer, so there goes that theory. It’s completely incidental.”
“I’m not paying attention to you, you know. And even if I were, I’d have no idea what you’re saying,” Sarah replied, stuck behind what seemed to be the largest truck of chickens known to man.
“The job just got a little more difficult, that’s all.”
“I suppose it would be redundant to ask if you’d brought any Vicks,” Sofia mused aloud as she pulled a pair of surgical gloves from their box, expertly balancing the manila file she’d brought in with her before deciding on leaving it open beside the tools she’d requested.
Sarah snorted in reply from where she was poking around in the drawer they kept the specialty knives in. “You figure that out all by yourself or the novel you got about me help a little?” she asked, before holding up a small lancet knife. “What the hell is this supposed to do? Poke them into telling you how they died?”
“I admit, I cheated a little. Not like you wouldn’t have told me anyway.” Sofia finished snapping on her gloves, and doing a quick check in the reflective surface of the steel cabinets to make sure her hair was secure while at the same time hitting 'Record' on the camera, pulled back the sheet.
“Yeah, you know me. Screaming from the roof tops about how I lived with dead-“ Sarah broke off, as she had turned around to give Sofia a smirk and was met with the unexpected sight of the body. “Well. Fuck.”
The bullet hole to the head made an obvious cause of death. It might have been a man at one time, but whether it qualified now – too skinny, pale, awkward, as if constricted somehow, and yet, they knew what he’d done – was questionable.
“Lots and lots of vodka interrogation,” Sofia murmured before clearing her throat and darting her eyes up to her young bodyguard. “It’s about to get worse,” she told her, and, not waiting for an answer, pulled back the skin from the earlier autopsy incision to reveal the ribs.
The ribs themselves, already conveniently cut away, were gently removed next to rest on it’s abdomen, revealing a disturbing emptiness. Most of the organs were gone, only part of what was perhaps a lung remaining, swimming in a shallow pool of thick liquid; they seemed to have all disintegrated away. Sofia’s elbow hit against a prong of the ribs as she bent in to look closer and it broke off, the end crumbling white dust behind it. It was... brutal, in a word, and Sarah didn’t feel the least bit angry at herself for closing her eyes and looking away. “Are we done?” she asked. “I’ll even do the write-up. One very fucked up body. The end.”
“Not yet,” Sofia answered distractedly before looking over at the younger woman and softening, just slightly. “I just have one more thing I want to check,” she continued, stepping back as the body lifted into the air and clumsily turned over. “The X-rays they took of the skull caught a slice of the neck as well. It was lucky that I even saw it, biology isn’t my degree and I could be wrong, but I thought I saw a shadow...”
Sarah looked up at Sofia’s silence, coming closer when there continued to be no reaction other than her staring thoughtfully at the base of the body’s neck. There was a small bulge there, longer than it was wide and no bigger that her thumb. “What the hell is that?” she asked. “And if you say aliens I’ll fucking stab you to death with the mini-spear.”
With a small laugh, Sofia turned away, picking up a scalpel. “Only one way to find out...”
}
“So, we have a bunch of dead bodies.”
“Yes. Turn right here.”
Sarah did as she was told, inwardly pleased with how much smoother it was this time; a driver’s license hadn’t been a top priority when vowing to avenge her family’s death, but she hadn’t really felt like arguing the fact with the shrink. “And they’re all fucked up and have little-“
“Living tissue implants in their neck which possibly caused them to become crazy, self-consuming superstrong 'mutants',” Sofia interrupted, still poring over the papers she had spread over her legs, feet up on the dash. “Yes.”
“One of which is in my pocket.”
Sofia glanced over, giving her a bright smile. “It’s in a vial. Unless it mutates into something with hands that can open vials from the inside, you’ll be fine.”
Stopping at the red light, Sarah turned to look back at Sofia stonily. “Wonderful.”
“Although, it is a tissue implant. It could possibly control things without hands. Then you’re basically hammered. Left, please,” Sofia informed her, almost cheerfully, before returning to her notes, turning a page.
“Screwed,” Sarah corrected distractedly; how was she supposed to watch the cars coming from the other direction and the light at the same time?
“Not until we get to the bar.” Sofia turned over another piece of paper in her lap and frowned. “None of these fit. Old woman, young man. Retired, working. Neither have the same butcher or go to the same church. No friends or family in common. The woman didn’t even have a computer, so there goes that theory. It’s completely incidental.”
“I’m not paying attention to you, you know. And even if I were, I’d have no idea what you’re saying,” Sarah replied, stuck behind what seemed to be the largest truck of chickens known to man.
“The job just got a little more difficult, that’s all.”
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