John strolled down the corridors, whistling to the tune of Sing'n in the Rain. It was good to get away from the tiny bits of that dead body. Of course, he was about to be near more body parts, but he wouldn't see them, so it wouldn't be as bad.
He came to the door of the morgue, and instantly noticed the door was ajar. "Damn, it's small wonder all the corpses aren't rotted messes by now." He muttered, pushing the door open, then shutting it behind him.
It was cold in the morgue. It had to be, because bodies didn't preserve themselves.
John's eyes scanned the shelves, until he looked down to ground level.
He froze.
There was a man in a grey hoodie, with brown pants, standing over a corpse that had been pulled out of the racks.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing in here?! How did you get in?!" John called.
The figure didn't turn. It simply stood there, staring down at the corpse. As he came closer, John noticed the man was leaning forward.
"What the **** are you doing?!"
The figure slowly turned. John's eyes widened when he saw that the face of the cadaver had been completely ripped off, and the stomach had been torn open. To compound the horrors, one of the arms was missing.
The wounds were fresh.
The man came to face John. The man's entire front was stain in blood, especially around the mouth. He was gripping an intestine in one hand. He dropped it.
John unholstered his gun, and swung it up to aim at the figure. "Put your hands where I can see them, you freak!"
The man said nothing. He took a step forward.
"I said put your hands up, you ****er!"
The man took another step. John noticed a thin line, directly down the man's face. Another line ran from right to left, intersecting with the first line in the middle.
The man took one more step, and John fired a warning shot.
The figure responded by opening up his entire face.
The man's face split along the lines, splitting into four flaps, each lined with with razor-sharp teeth. There was a circular maw in the center, also lined with teeth.
John took a step back. "What the ****...?!"
The thing ran at him. John started to backpedal. He fired once, grazing the man's-no, it wasn't human at all-shoulder. It didn't even stop.
Just as John was about to back into a wall, an incredibly skinny figure stepped out in front of him.
"Terribly sorry." The figure said in an english accent. He pulled out an old-fashioned revolver, and shot the creature in the mouth. It was flung backwards from the force of the shot, and finally lay bleeding, and unmoving.
The skinny figure turned to John. "Now, I'll be going. Cheerio." He turned to leave, but John had, by now, recovered from the shock.
"Who the hell are you?!" He called to the retreating figure.
The skinny man was dressed in a coat and tails, and a tophat. He wore sunglasses and a thick scarf over his mouth and nose. He carried a cane, but did not use it. He turned back to John.
"Well, that's not a nice thing to say to your savior. A Thank you would've been nice." He said.
"Who are you, and how did you get in here?!"
"Oh, dear, not this again... I just saved your life, isn't that enough?"
"And what the hell was that thing?!!"
"Look, I'd rather not get into details, but suffice to say it was very nasty and wanted to kill you and devour your soul. I mean that literally."
"WHAT?!"
"You heard me."
"... Take that scarf off. I need to confirm you identity."
"Err.... I'd rather not."
"Then I'll be forced to take you in."
"I just saved your bloody LIFE!"
"Yeah, and you broke into a police station and killed somebody."
"You were going to kill it too!"
"Take off the scarf."
The skinny figure sighed. "Alright, fine." He said, grudginly. "But first, you're not afraid of... movies about undead and stuff of that sort, right?"
"Zombie movies? No, what the hell does this have to do with anything?"
"Good."
The skinny figure reached up, and pulled both the scarf, and the sunglasses, off.
He was very, very pale.
He was also missing eyes.
And skin.
And flesh.
He was missing everything except for the bone, in fact.
"'Ello, my name's Ryan. Good to meet you." Said the skeleton, with a perpetual grin.
