Junko Furuta Corpse Novels & Stories

Luban asks. I push my finger against my lips. “It came from the gallery. Stay here.” I sneakthrough the labyrinth, and go back to the gallery where I find Darma’s corpse on the floor. Someone had drained her completely, and she’s nothing but a dried up husk. If it weren’t for her telltale tattoos, I would not have recognised her. She looks like a mummy. I stare at her for longer than I should, but it’s not something you see every day.

was her simple reply. They left the prison after paying the warden handsomely. She rang Jaguar as Panda drove away from the island. “Hey,” she greeted. “We’ve got the bodies.” The two stopped over a small cemetery and buried the other three corpses and gave them a make-do funeral. She also prayed to the other two corpses who stayed in their trunk. “May your souls rest in peace,” prayed Panda. --- Jett sat on an empty park bench one chilly night, fiddling with his phone. He rubbed his gloved hands together before dialing a number. It picked up after a few rings.

It was difficult to discern if she was dead or alive. Frida spoke with resolve, "See if she's breathing." The butler hesitated just for a second before leaning in to check Marta's breath. Registering the reality, he muttered in disbelief, "She's gone. Ma'am, they're both gone." Noticing the blood near the casket, Frida deduced there had been some kind of impact. "Get in touch with the funeral home. Make sure they deal with this discreetly. Let them know it's at the request of the CEO of Jardin Corporation."

« I am a woman of few words. I don’t particularly appreciate speaking when there is nothing to talk about. » Just then, Jack ran towards an unknown object that was lying on the floor, his chain armour jingling. It was close to us that we could clearly distinguish the horde of worms covering the whole thing. It was definitely a corpse. Another thing that made me want to throw up. With one hand, the corpse pulled Jack near its face. It grasped for air then said with a dry voice the words ‘Save me’. I pulled him back, tearing its arm easily. I regarded the dead body who turned inanimated again. Jack wasted a lot of efforts to clean himself from the worms; Maya helped him with it. He made me so

he started, voice low, disbelief threading through it. “Yes,” Talia cut him off, her voice hoarse with urgency. “He’s transforming.” Dedrick blinked, incredulous. “That’s not possible. I mean, the old stories said it could happen—that the gene could awaken under duress—but no one’s actually seen it in centuries. He’s human, Talia. He shouldn’t be able to—” “Quiet,” she snapped, her eyes never leaving Atticus. Another scream tore from his throat, raw and inhuman. His back arched off the ground as another sharp crack echoed through the clearing. His left arm twisted grotesquely, the skin along his forearm rippling as fur erupted in uneven patches.

The room went dead silent. Garrick froze where he stood. His mouth opened, closed, then opened again. The color drained from his face. For a long moment he just stared, like he was waiting for Ronan to say he was joking. When nothing came, Garrick rubbed a hand over his mouth, eyes wide. “Fuck,” he whispered. “You’re serious.”

Reaching inside, he found a tuft of fur—orange and white. It was the same color as Rinko Morita’s hair. With a mix of wonder and disbelief, Takuto stared at the fragment of fur. What did this mean?

Suddenly, two spears shot out of the wall, and went straight through Jinju's eyes and out the back of his skull, blood splattering all over the room. His body then went limp, as it hung from the wire in the center of the room . . . . . . No one had any words. Everyone stared at the dead corpse of Jinju Hatsuda, and couldn't find anything to say. I couldn't comprehend anything going on. My head was fuzzy, and my body was paralyzed.

Wondering what was causing the unrest in the air, she quickened her footsteps and pushed through the crowd until she got to the middle. Right in the middle of the crowd, two dead bodies lay on the ground. Both male, their clothes had been ripped to shreds and their faces were unrecognizable. Gripped tightly in the fist of one of the men was a tuft of silver fur. Amidst the loud voices of the crowd surrounding her, Kalista stared at the bodies, a look of horror spreading over her face. These bodies, they looked strangely familiar. That silver fur, was that... hers? Had she shifted and killed these men?

My other ‘ME’ killed a man, murdered someone. I saw the man’s blood squirt from his neck and in an instant, he dropped on the floor with his laptop. I know the man is already dead but the woman, which is me, is not satisfied. She went closer to the man and checked his pulse to see if he was already dead and after checking she laughed and wiped her cutter with the man’s cloth to clean the blood, she wiped the blood on her face too and on her arm and then she licked some of the blood on her finger. I heard her humming and then laughing. Humming and then laughing. Humming and laughing repeatedly. She brings out a small black notebook and uses the man’s blood to erase something and I heard her c