Novelas y relatos de Postmortem

She has a death tag too like mine. “No,” I whispered when I saw my best friend lying dead. There’s a possibility that my mom is not joking with me but I still need to find Jayvee to witness it with my own eyes. I need to see him before believing that he is really gone. I keep on walking while my mom keeps on following me. With the blanket that is covering my body. I don’t care as long as I will find Jayvee and see with my bare naked eyes that he is already dead. Otherwise, I will not believe what my mom told me. People inside the morgue are looking at me and they start murmuring. I know they are surprised because I came back from death like Lazarus and now I am walking in front of them but t

"Oh, and just a reminder, the MIU Forensics Division arrived earlier with the corpse of the Aswang patriarch you killed, Don Calixto Graciano. It was under cryo-stasis for study, along with the surviving cadavers of the Demons who previously attacked the base." "Wait, the base has a crypt for that?" Lukas asked. "Oh yes," Veras replied sarcastically. "It was called the Ossuary, for some stupid reason. Maybe instead of getting drunk, try visiting it occasionally. The pathologists, who were Agency-trained, were at constant work, dissecting and studying monster corpses fresh from the battlefield, supplied by MIU Forensics Div. If you think you've seen it all, try looking at a Kapre's intestines

He sighed seeing my smirk which was indeed evil. Not his problem. I look horrible even with my smirk. Author's P.O.V " What postmortem report says? '' Zain's senior asked me to cross the station's main gate. He was matching his senior's steps before replying. " Nothing much. The murder occurs at midnight approx. 2 O'clock a.m. Forensics say whoever did this, tortured the victim before slitting his throat. Moreover, besides the cuts, the victim's nails had been plucked out and his face was brutally ruined. Most importantly, one organ is missing. '' Zain explained before taking a long breath, the sun shone brightly over their heads and the bright new day was pee

ETHAN’S POV: The morgue is a place of deathly stillness, and its sterile walls absorb all sound, leaving only the soft hum of fluorescent lights. I stand at the threshold, my heart a heavy drumbeat in my chest. My father, a man of strength and resilience, lies within those cold walls, life extinguished forever. I take a hesitant step into the morgue, my shoes clicking against the linoleum floor. The scent of disinfectant hangs in the air, sharp and clinical, contrasting sharply with the heaviness of grief that clings to me like a shroud. My breaths come shallow and uneven as I approach the rows of steel gurneys. The numbered tags affixed to the toes of lifeless bodies offer a cruel reminder

“Yes?” The doctor hooked a thumb into the pocket of his waistcoat as he declaimed. “Ordinarily—always in fact—the cellular and microbial breakdown in a postmortem organism, be it insect or man, follows a predetermined course. Putrefaction is a process of self-digestion so to speak. Cellular walls, blood vessels, the intestines break down. Bacteria escapes from the gastrointestinal tract reducing soft tissue into gases, liquids, and salts. Oxygen depleted, aerobic bacterial species, which require oxygen to grow, shift to anaerobic ones, which feed not on oxygen but on the body’s tissues, fermenting their sugars to produce the gases that cause bloating. The smel

She almost smiled at the thought this was how her life was going to be from now on. "The muscle damage,” she asked, "Was it post or antemortem?" "That is what was odd. It was all antemortem,” he stated. "Why is that important?" "He left Elodie alone because he tried to put her to sleep, but it didn't work, he placed the needle wrong.” she stated as she shuddered with the way her brain was thinking." It wasn't a sedative but a paralytic and probably one that filtered fast through the bloodstream, and that is why you didn’t find either with the screening. He didn't drain the bodies of blood that came with what he did next. They were paralyzed then he skinned them. They were alive when he did."

The morgue was quiet and cold. In Drawer 404, the body labeled SUSPECT ZERO lay in a black body bag. The coroner’s report was clipped to the front. The report was as good as anyone's guess. Died from burns and decapitation from the great falls he suffered. His spinal cord was completely crushed.

My eyes wouldn't leave the screen. "Step one," Morty said, holding up a roll of plastic sheeting. "Containment. You'd be surprised how much fluid a human body can release after death. Spoiler alert: it's a lot." My phone buzzed. A text from my sister: You okay? Haven't heard from you all day. I didn't answer. Another buzz. Then another. Then a call. I let it ring.

I had never been sick at the scene of a crime, but the first few times I had visited a mortuary the contents of my stomach had fairly quickly nearly been rendered up for examination. Eventually, the body bag was brought into the post-mortem room and the corpse of Vasily Kutziyez was laid out on the autopsy table, beneath the hum and glare of powerful halogen lighting. The room was antiseptic with a stinging aroma of chemicals. Voices were kept muffled, not so much out of respect but from a strange kind of fear. The mortuary, after all, was one vast memento mori and what was happening to Vasily Kutziyez’s body would serve to remind each and every one of us that if the body were a temple, t

“Will I need to sign a prenup?” “No, our ‘death contract’ as you call it will cover everything and since neither of us will be breaking it until death do us part there is no need to sign a prenub. Should I die you would be my beneficiary as in a normal marriage. Also whatever debts you have, such as school loans, become mine once you sign the papers.” “That isn’t making it any better to give up my romantic life. Men have needs but so do women. What happens when I want to, you know.”