Day 524

The patient moved in a way that humans shouldn't.
She'd been brought in from a six car pile-up, limbs absolutely shattered.
Pronounced dead on arrival and dropped off at the morgue for a proper autopsy.
And now she's up and about, or as much as she can be at least.

Every inch of her broken body cracks as the bone shards grind together.
She observes her surroundings as the morgue attendants cower behind their desks.
One makes a dart for the door and before he can so much as touch the handle she is upon him.
The sharp splinters of her limbs puncture his skin and he shrieks as she snaps his neck.

Glancing around once more she seems to return to her previous observations.
She crawled away from the newly made corpse and headed slowly towards the morgue drawers.
These housed the morgue's residents, carefully packed, sealed and waiting to be picked up.
Reaching for the lowest one, she curled her mangled arm around the handle and opened it.

She did so with every occupied drawer and when she was done she stepped back and waited.
The rest of the morgue staff had left as she was distracted, leaving their colleague's body behind.
They locked the door behind them and ran to security, praying she wouldn't notice anything.
Judging by the screeching and clawing against the metal door their prayers had gone unheard.

Not knowing how long the door would hold they fled as fast as they could.
They shoved each other into walls, taking the corridors as a slalom in order to escape the fastest.
It never occurred to them that she was heading not for them, but for the power room.
The rest of the hospital remained utterly unaware as all the doors sealed them into their new tomb.