There are also places where they are expected.
A new body in such a place would not go amiss, especially if one wasn't looking.
It was early in the morning, the morgue staff were flitting in gradually.
The air, formerly filled with the scent of caffeine and fond greetings grew cold.
Seven bodies were sitting in the middle of the prep room.
They were talking, well as close to talking as they could.
Some of them had already had their mouths sewn shut, seems they tore that out.
It was near impossible to understand what any of them were saying.
Those that were fresher were more vigorous in their gestures and garbled speech.
The morgue staff quietly retreated to the staffroom, closing the prep door behind them.
They never heard the the bodies say all clear and they certainly didn't hear the sighs of relief.
By the time the staff returned to the prep room they found it empty.
Every body was gone, every single one.
The police refused to believe their stories of "the living dead".
Such a shame none of them noticed that there were more bodies than their prep room could hold.
If you look carefully there are always extra bodies.
After all, what better way to steal a corpse than by becoming one?
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