Cold. Dark. Naked.
What’s that smell? Death.
These freezers aren’t really much fun from the inside. Trouble is, I can’t open the door myself. It’s like those old fashioned refrigerators; kids would hide in them and then suffocate.
I always wondered if these were airtight.
Inventory: All of my fingers and toes seem to be working. No strong pain anywhere. No scarring on the sternum, that’s good. I haven’t been autopsied yet. Of course that could start any minute now. Or it could be hours away.
I hope Frank gets here soon. I hate waiting.
It was easier in the olden days, back in the 19th century, a corpse could lay around for days without being noticed. Of course when it got up and walked away some people stared.
The door clunked open and I was rolled out. “Hey, Frank.”
“Any luck?” the bald man inquired.
“Saw the guys face,” I put on the coat and hat he offered me. “Did you round up any evidence?”
“Some. He’ll be shocked to see you up and around.”
“They always are.” I smirked as we left the morgue.