Autopsy Emma Walker Room Novels & Stories

I was attended to by the mortician when he realized the reason I was there. He led me to a room where some of the dead bodies were laid on different tables. Right from the entrance, I saw a name at the edge of the room, it was wrapped on the exposed toe of one of the bodies. Riley Emerson. I stood still at my spot, unable to move when I caught a whiff of the burnt flesh in the room. Is that really.... I can't conclude till I see it myself. I mustered every ounce of courage within me and walked in further, towards the body. The mortician helped in moving the with cloth covering it and what I saw wasn't something I could recognize.

“Absolutely.” The pathologist led us to a glass-walled office with a desk and filing cabinets. Having collected a manila folder, he waved it above his head like a tour leader and we followed him down another corridor until he stopped before a steel door. Pulling down the handle, he opened the door, breaking the airtight seal with a soft hiss. Lights were triggered automatically and I felt the breath of frigid air. Four cadavers were on trolleys beneath white sheets. Three walls of the room had metal drawers where more bodies lied within. Baker checks a nameplate and tugged a handle. Another hiss as the seal breaks and Alistair Fleming slid into view on metal runners. His joints were no

Groups were being redirected for "routine rotation." Shit "Emma," I whispered into the mic. "Talk to me." Static for a second. Then her shaky voice. "Left corridor. Not the main hall. There’s a steel door with no marking. That’s where they keep them." "Hostages?" I asked. "Yes. But Azalea… she’s deeper. There’s blood. So much blood." My jaw tightened. We broke formation subtly, drifting toward the left corridor when the line shifted. The steel door Emma described was there.

I had to say goodbye to Carla properly. I opened the doors to the hospital and walked up to the reception desk and told the woman my name and who I was here to see. The woman gave me a sympathetic look and led me down a long, sterile hallway. We stopped in front of a door marked "Autopsy Room." "I'm so sorry about your loss, dear." She said to me, her face showing concern. The woman opened the door and gestured for me to go inside and then she left. I took a deep breath and stepped into the room. I was hit with the strong smell of disinfectant and the sight of metal tables and medical equipment.

Melvina said, opening a door which led to airy interiors of a beautiful room, as she held on Emma's backpack with her left hand, glad that the human had followed them voluntarily, without protesting. "I thought I would have been staying with Maya in her room.." Emma implied, walking into the room and looking the room. The room was the same as the others, or well Maya's, since her friend's room was the only one she had been in since her stay here, that and the hospital room. The room was neither large or small, just tethering in the middle, with its deep blue washed walls and peachy dots. It was just like mixing a male favorite and a femaley; blue and peach.

“Mr. Miller, please calm down! Miss Eva’s body is currently being kept in the morgue freezer down at the end of the hallway.” Body? No, this was definitely not a dream. The nurse kept talking, but Ethan couldn’t process anything she said. He threw off his thin blanket, callously ripping the IV needle straight out of his skin. Stumbling and staggering, he bolted down the corridor toward the end of the hallway and burst through the half-open door, only to see there were people inside. Hearing the commotion, Logan looked up with bloodshot eyes, while Hudson slowly turned around to face Ethan and said, “Eva’s autopsy report just came back. Something is very wrong here.”

A few guards, and some kitchen workers were scattered around the room dead. “I see you found your boyfriend,” Steve said. “And you found your girlfriend,” Cara replied. “Where is the emergency tram door exit?” Cara asked. “Over here,” Steve said leading the group to what looked like a bare wall. As they got closer, Cara could see the outline of a hatch door with a keyhole. Steve fished out his keys but couldn’t find the correct key. “Fuck,” Steve said. “I’ll have to do it from the pod.” Steve took off across the room to the locked pod where the guards monitored the inmates on closed circuit television. He punched in a code and stepped inside. Once he had access to the control panel, he punch

“Is this Miss Xander? I’m a nurse from People's Hospital. A patient named Mr. Yates listed you as his emergency contact. He was in a car accident and has been admitted to our hospital. Would you be able to come in?” People’s Hospital? Wasn’t that the very hospital she was standing in right now? Had Jacob’s body been sent here after the crash? She hadn’t planned on bothering with it, but since he was already dead, there was no harm in taking a final look at his corpse. “I’ll check on his corpse first, then go see Emily’s,” she thought. Just the thought of it thrilled her. “Sure, I’m nearby. Just tell me which floor.” Hanging up, Emma headed downstairs, excitement bubbling within her.

She just focused on enjoying, no longer interested in everything around her. In that quiet and dimly lit space, two souls entwined in a delicate dance of vulnerability and desire. Next morning. Emma Garcia lay alone on a king-size bed. The light outside the window woke her up. Her mind was pounding like a hammer; her whole body was soft and had no strength left. She struggled to keep her eyes open. Looking at the utterly unfamiliar ceiling, Emma was stunned for a few seconds, then jumped up in shock. Around was an unknown room, designed in the old European style but using darker colors.

She waved at me over her shoulders, and with that, she pulled into the walking path of my street; I watched her Walk down the road until her form disappeared down my perspective view. With her gone, the house is empty, Ozzy's sleeping in his trashy kennel…I'm not washing that dog right now; I have a more important task at hand, and I must see to it first, then his can come next. I walked straight to my bedroom, ignoring the dizziness in my body. Emmett left without his urn; maybe he thought he wouldn't need it. I may as well have a small piece of this existence with me. I think he left it behind as a going souvenir