She had spent a fair amount of time on that last body bag. But she still had so many more to go.
She was almost methodical about it, and hardly looked at the torso she reached down to next. She didn't want to look at it's face, after all. That made things difficult. Objects didn't have faces, faces meant people. As long as she wasn't dealing with people, this was--
"Son of a--" Sherry jumped back again. There were not rats this time. This body had made a noise, and moved. Actually moved.
s**t, s**t, s**t! She did not need this, she could not--
It took a few moments for her brain to process the scene. The body before her was not dead, not rotting. It was very much alive. "Oh, crap," it said as it sat up.
A sun hunter, Sherry noted from the coat. Idiot. "What are you doing?" It was not a question of concern. Sherry was angry. The asshat had just scared the daylights out of her.
"Just, uh, came by for a quick look," the hunter shuddered as he realized what he was sitting in. "Just leaving." Sherry had never seen anyone make an exit that quick before.
A glance at the doors told Sherry she had more onlookers, though it seemed most didn't' want to get too close. Must be the smell. "Help might be nice."
Nobody moved.
"...I hate you, too."
OOC
8: The body lets out a groan and begins to move. Don't worry, it's not a zombie. Somebody must not have noticed a wet floor sign and slipped in fluid. They eventually get up and leave to visit the infirmary/shower/file a lawsuit/never sleep again. Get back to work (0 points)
Point Total: 8
