Cum on up to the lab and see what's on the slab

The attendant’s name was Alex and he panted as he hurriedly led the two cops along a clinically clean corridor leading deep into the morgue. “We had just opened up the cadavers abdomen when she sat up. It didn’t phase us at all. The stiffs do that sometime. It’s to do with muscle reflexes, but then she opened her mouth and said, “ What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I couldn’t believe it but Dr. Zeigler was unfazed. He just looked her in the eye and said, “up until a second ago, I was doing your autopsy ma’am.” She just gave this great cackle. Dr. Zeigler’s still talking to her now.”

They had reached a heavy door at the end of the corridor. They could hear a faint banging sound form within. “It’s loud inside. We’ve got a bank of metal draws along one wall with about twenty cadavers inside. When I first called the most recently dead, three auto smash victims were banging to get out. Now they’re all doing it.”

He opened the door and the noise of the dead smashing about inside the draws was nearly deafening. “I suggested to Dr. Zeigler that we should let them out but he suggested we wait for you to arrive.”

In the middle of the room stood a middle-aged man with a short white bread and glasses. He was wearing a lab coat and talking above the din to an elderly woman who sat wrapped in a sheet with her feet dangling from the autopsy slab. As Maggie and Tony approached him he turned and smiled, “Hello, I'm Dr. Zeigler and this is the late Mrs. Rosenbloom. The woman smiled and said in a thick rather dry voice, “I’m very pleased to meet you”. Her eyes lingered on Tony a little longer than necessary.

“Mrs. Rosenbloom awakened while I was performing her autopsy. I think she was as surprised as I was.” The doctor and the old woman both chuckled. “It’s very noisy here, let’s go to my office.” Leaving a nervous looking Alex to watch over the increasingly noisy dead Tony and Maggie accompanied the doctor and Mrs. Rosenbloom to a rather quieter room nearby. The doctor seated himself behind a desk covered in files and notes while the others pulled up chairs. Maggie felt it was rather surreal to be sitting so near a woman back from the dead.

“Earlier on this evening I “arrested” a man who had been dead for a week,” Maggie sighed. “Do you have any idea what’s going on doctor?”

The doctor shrugged. “After Mrs. Rosenbloom came round, I checked her vital signs. She has no pulse, is not breathing and has no sign of neural activity. There is some sign of very sluggish blood flow but without a heart beat, I can’t guess what’s propelling it. From a clinical point of view Mrs. Rosenbloom remains dead.” He smiled at Mrs. Rosenbloom. “I’m sorry”.

“That’s okay doctor,” she turned to Maggie, “the last thing I remember collapsing with a pain in my stomach…”

“We suspected an internal hemorrhage,” the doctor interrupted.

Mrs. Rosenbloom went on, “Then I woke up and the doctor had his hand in my intestines. It didn’t hurt. I thought he must have given me an injection at first. When he stitched me back up I could feel it but it wasn’t painful”.

“How do you feel now,” Tony asked.

“Well, I feel pretty stiff,” she said stretching, “and my throat’s so dry.” The doctor poured her a drink of water and they watched as she tried to drink. After a few moments it became clear she could not swallow. She put the glass down. “Damn!”

“Anything else?” asked Maggie watching her carefully.

The dead woman’s eyes locked with Maggie’s and she saw the same dead look she had seen in Ted’s eyes. After a moment she rasped, “Well, yes. I’m embarrassed to say it but I feel, well, rather frisky,” she raised her hands to her face as if hiding a blush although her face remained pale.

“What do you think we should do Sargent?” Dr. Zeigler asked Maggie.

“I’d like to take Mrs. Rosenbloom down to the station. I think you should lock the morgue and send your staff home. I’ll send some officers back to stand guard if you’ll give me the keys.

The doctor nodded and asked, “ but what about the dead trying to get out of the draws?”

“If what Mrs. Rosenbloom has said is correct, they won’t be suffering physically. I’d like to leave them where they are until we know more,” Maggie said getting to her feet.

“I haven’t done anything wrong,” Mrs. Rosenbloom said a little petulantly, “couldn’t I just go home?”

Maggie paused, a little torn. She had no real right to take the woman in. Dr. Zeigler said, “I don’t mind dropping her home,” and this swung Maggie.

“Okay, but please stay home until we contact you Mrs. Rosenbloom”. The old woman nodded her assent.

The two cops had driven off and Dr. Zeigler had sent Alex and his other two assistants home. He came back to his office and opening the door said, “I’m ready to take you home”.

Mrs. Rosenbloom rose smiling. “Dr. Zeigler, you’ve been so kind to me. You sowed me up so neatly and going out of your way to take me home. I’d love to find a way to thank you.” Her hand touched him through his trousers.

At her touch his penis started to swell. Her face was only a foot from his and the knowledge that she was dead was at the front of his mind. Over the years he had put up with endless jibes about ****, it came with the job. As a young intern he had once looked at dead starlet’s naked body out of curiosity when she was brought in but he had learnt then that the dead are just not sexy.

This was different though. The dead Mrs. Rosenbloom was old but some how his sexual urge overcame the revulsion he felt and he let Mrs. Rosenbloom unzip him. Her hand was cold and stiff but she knew how to pull him. “Does that fell good doctor?” she leered and when he nodded she leant in to kiss him. “ I want you to fuck me Dr. Zeigler”.

Her lips and face were cold. She lifted up her gown and the doctor saw the sewn up incision across her abdomen. “Push you prick into my pussy,” she croaked drawing the doctor to her by his penis.

Dr. Zeigler felt disgust welling up in him. He could not do this. He pushed the old woman away, “I’m sorry. I can’t. I’m sorry.” He started to zip himself up.

“What do you mean?” Mrs. Rosenbloom shouted. “Don’t tell me I’m not your type!”

“It’s not that,” the doctor stammered catching his penis in his zip in his hurry. “Ah!” he was struggling to free himself, “it’s just that you are…well,” he paused, “well you’re dead.”

Mrs. Rosenbloom looked grim. “You men are all the fucking same. There’s always a reason why you can’t do it.” She advanced on the doctor. “You’re going to fuck me whether you like it or not.”

The doctor had freed his rapidly shrinking penis. “No. I can’t!” He backed away from her tucking himself in. Mrs. Rosenbloom picked up a heavy stone paperweight from the doctor desk and advancing on him swung it wildly. He tried to defend himself but the blow caught him on the temple. He slumped to the floor.

Mrs. Rosenbloom straddled him and opened his trousers. As the doctor lay groaning she fondled his penis and then bent over him sucking it. Her tongue was thick and dry and she found it hard to lick him. His member had only become semi erect but she tried to push it inside her. His semi erection and her vaginal dryness kept him from entering her. As he lay moaning half conscious Mrs. Rosenbloom was driven into a rage of sexual frustration. “Bloody men!” she yelled, “so fucking selfish. Can never get it up and when they can, can’t make you come!” She picked up some scissors from the doctor’s desk and holding them like knife knelt over him. “I’ll teach you!” she screamed raising the scissors high above her head before bringing them down into the gasping doctor’s chest.