Novelas y relatos de Postmortem

"Francesca Thomson!" Elijah rushed toward my lifeless body, panic written all over his face as he frantically tried to cover my spurting wound with his hands. However, there was no response. All he could feel was the heat draining from my skin with every second that passed. "Francesca? Say something! Why would you do something so stupid?" Just as Elijah finished speaking, he watched my body slowly fade into nothing before his very eyes. The weight in his arms suddenly vanished, leaving him frozen in place.

I never thought my body would see daylight again. I stared blankly at the corpse on the autopsy table. It had been a perfectly intact body, and it was now coated in thick, black asphalt. It looked like it had been through the furnace at least once. "You're here, Mr. Stewart." Joshua Stewart's assistant, Edwin, stood up to greet him. The air reeked of chemicals, and Joshua couldn't help but wrinkle his nose in disgust. The disdainful look on his face was exactly how he used to look at me when I was alive.

My vision blurred as I slowly faded away. In my final moments, I caught one last glimpse of the flowers he had placed before my grave. White hyacinths—symbols of unspoken love...

After a thorough investigation by the production team, the details of my past were quickly uncovered. They also confirmed with the relevant authorities that I had, in fact, already passed away. "Three years ago, Nicolas Soros died on a snowy night—frozen to death because he couldn't afford hospitalization. "It wasn't until the autopsy that the coroner discovered that what looked like a thick down jacket… didn't even contain real padding. And that was already the most expensive piece of clothing his mother had ever bought for him. With discounts, it cost less than five dollars.

He blushed. “Well, you were not far away from your rigor mortis(A condition where the body stiffen due to the lack of oxygen to the muscles. Usually occured after approximately 4 hours after death) in your death before, and you also have fever and anemia, so weakness in your body are to be expected.” I explained to him as I pulled his body near me. For some reason, seeing him all vulnerable as he clung onto me made me restless. “Haha... Sometimes I just couldn’t comprehend the words that you utter to me.” He chuckled.

I ended up dying in the hospital. Before I died, Grandma knelt by the bed, calling for me repeatedly, "Maddie! What happened to you? How did you turn out like this?" Her eyes were red as she pleaded, "Please don't close your eyes! Just stay with me a little longer. Harv is coming over soon!" But I knew I couldn't hold on much longer. My ribs were broken by Harvey, with two of them puncturing my lungs, tearing open a large hole. Each breath I took was accompanied by a harsh, painful sound.

Britany Santos detected her abnormality and asked: "What's wrong?" Elisa White pointed to a dark spot on the left side of the corpse's face, "Is this a corpse spot or is this on the skin?" She had some knowledge of those who had just died, and the changes in their bodies after their deaths were not very clear. Britany Santos carefully examined that place and then called the other doctors from the operation room over. Several forensic experts had surrounded the deceased for a long time before coming to a conclusion. Britany Santos said: "It's not a dead spot, it's a birthmark."

The coffin turned out to have a transparent lid, so she could clearly see what was inside the coffin. She gasped, covered her mouth with both hands and took a few steps back in surprise when her eyes saw clearly the condition of the corpses of the people William called as his parents. Their bodies did not decompose as normal corpses would look. It looked like it was preserved by embalming technique or whatever it was called. Their expressions at the time of their death were terrifying, full of desperation, begging whoever attacked them to grant them forgiveness.

Suna Death, an irreversible process where all three main systems of life, namely the cardiovascular system, respiratory system, and nervous system, ceased to function. Can be classified into two types, somatic death and cell death. So which category did the dragon falls into? “Dead?” I raised an eyebrow. I’m very sorry to break this serious and sad moment even, but are we talking about literal death here? “Do you mean, literally dead?” I saw Clairmont’s expression softened a bit. That mysteriously made me glad that he didn’t show his solemn expression anymore.