Another Day

It was just another day in the graveyard. My job was simple people die and I’m paid to dig the holes. I was working on my fifth grave of the day, the sun was setting and you could hear the town crier ringing the bell. A sign that shops were closing and the taverns would soon be full of people drinking their hard day’s wage away. Usually I’d be right there with them, but with the plague in full bloom a break wasn’t coming until I had all the bodies buried.
I didn’t work in any graveyard, no I had the high end customers, nobles, lords and ladies alike wanting a private resting place. Not the mass graves that were dug for peasants. The idea of a noble resting beside a peasant made these richie-rich types roll over in their graves. With a quick look over my left shoulder I could see two more bodies wrapped up in tight clean white fabric by the saw bones. I didn’t make enough to be treated this well at death, I’d be tossed in a mass grave with the rags on my back. The rate these nobles were dying I wondered how many could possibly be left?
Wiping my brow of sweat I tossed the shovel out of the hole and climbed out. All I had to do was bury these bodies and I could be on my way to my favorite spot to drink. You’d think getting this close to the plague would make me nervous but I figured if I haven’t caught it by now maybe I was going to be one of the lucky ones and survive this sickness that was sweeping the city.
One of the final two bodies was that of a noble woman. I had no idea how old she was, but her figure was a nice hour glass shape, easily seen under all that linen. I knew their families would be to cheap to bury them with any gold or other valuables, but a wicked thought crossed my mind. I would never get my hands on noble blood, but I could now. I figured I was going to hell anyways so what would one more sin do to my already wicked resume?
Reaching down I cupped the full breast of the dead women. It was hard to tell what I was holding to be honest. But the knowledge of it did arouse me, a commoner like me touching the fun bits of a noble. Fuck yeah. I looked around as my hand lingered. Then some noise from behind me spooked me and I stood up straight and continued doing my job.
By the time I got the ladies body to her grave the clean white wrapping was now covered in green grass stains and dirt. Not that she would care. I pushed her in to her hole and turned to grab the other body. I was shocked to see that it was gone. I stood there stunned…shocked and looked around thinking that someone was playing a trick on me. “Hello?” I spun in a circle expecting one of my drunken friends to jump out at me but there was no one, just silence. Well this is odd I thought to myself.

I started to walk around the graveyard, looking for any sign of the body. It’s not like it could just get up and start walking. Then from behind a rather large tree trunk I spotted a white foot sticking out from behind it. “There you are.” Looked around the tree and no one was there but it was not the body of the man but the body of the woman with a dirty hand print on the linen over her right breast. “How the hell did she get out of the grave?” I turned around. “Okay is that you Joe? Who ever is fucking with me, this is no longer funny.” I didn’t even hear as much as a snicker.
Nearly jumping out of my skin as something kicked my foot. “What the hell!” I turned and looked at the ladies body, her foot had moved the linen was coming lose. Her left foot was now at an odd angle. I gave her a kick, it wobbled but bounced back to the position it had been in before I kicked it. That was not enough for me, I needed to know this lady was dead. I leaned down and poked her in the side of her head, an arm shot up out of the white wrapping and grabbed my shirt. I yelled out and tried to pull away but the black bony hands had a death like grip. Screaming at the top of my lungs as I tried to break free I heard teeth grind and soon the fabric around the mouth split. I could see dark gums with brown teeth and a worse then death stench.
Pulling as hard as I could against the hand I broke free and turned to run, but there behind me was the male body and I bumped right in to it. I fell to my ass and got slapped in the face by the dead ladies arm which was still holding on to my shirt.
I yank and pulled at the arm but I couldn’t get it off my shirt, it was like the thing was apart of my own body. I got to my feet and watched as the dead lady got to hers. She seemed to know where I was even with the fabric around her eyes, she instantly turned in my direction and both of them started walking awkwardly towards me. I got up and ran, but something tripped me up and I fell into one of the freshly dug graves landing right on top of a squiggling body. “Fuck!” I yelled as hands wrapped around me. Suddenly I felt bodies fall upon me. Body after body fell upon me. The weight making it harder and harder to breath as I was slowly being crushed. When I was able to suck a breath in, it smelt like I was breathing in death.
Then a pain so bad light up on my right shoulder, dots of light flashed through my vision, then another pain in my hip came screaming into my brain. It felt like flesh was being torn from my body. My vision started to fade in and out as my vision collapsed inwards. I tried to breath, tried desperately to suck air in to my lungs. But it was to late, I felt something take a hold of me and pull me deep, deep in to myself until their was nothingness. Just a strong desire to eat.

The End.

Renovation

I looked down at what was left of the body and there wasn’t much. The upper torso looked to be in once piece, but it got worse the lower you looked. Flesh hung from exposed ribs, a lung had been torn in half. Intestines missing like something had ripped them out completely. The right leg was missing at the knee and the left leg had been ripped from the hip. Flesh hung in shreds off the empty joint. It was an utter mess.
“What did you say happened to him again?”
“We were off world exploring a new planet and he was attacked by an unknown animal. This is what was left after we tracked the animal and found Dean laying there.”
“How did you manage to track it?”
“Easy doc, we followed flesh, bone, and blood.”
I nodded. “I’m not going to lie he is pretty mess up. One of the worst cases I have ever had come through my doors.”
“Well…just do what you can. His brain is intact so neuro links should be stable.”
“Should, I can’t guarantee that he will wake up from this. But I will inject the Nano-bytes to repair the brain damage that has taken place. How long has he gone without oxygen to the brain?”
“A day, maybe two.”
I nodded, it wasn’t to bad. The Nano-bytes should be able to repair the brain can’t grantee his memory but I doubt he would want to remember this anyways.”
“Alright Doc, just do what you can.”
I nodded.

The door hissed as Dean’s friend left and I reached for the Nano-byte injection. Once Dean’s body was injected I gave him a quick scan to find out how badly he was damaged and what sort of mods I would need to print in order to get him back in to form.
I sat at a work station and waited for the scan to finish. Once complete the screen populated with options to get him working and there were many things to look at. This was going to be a complicated build. It took me the better part of an hour to select the gear that would be needed. His innards would need to be repaired first. Creating new lungs, intestines, and everything else that had been ripped out and consumed.
I walked over to Dean’s corpse that had been cleaned and stripped of all clothing. Dean laid there nude as a printer rotated around him. Slowly the missing organs were rebuilt in white polymer. Even after renovating hundreds of bodies, from simple fingers missing to full body reconstructions with just a head to work with. I still found it interesting seeing a body take shape from metal polymer. Even though Dean met a rather gruesome end he should make a full recovery.

The scanned beeped and I gave the new organ a quick look over, everything looked fine and seconds after that the work station chimed in a signal that the Nano-bytes had done their job and electric signals were firing in Dean’s brain. This was an excellent sign it meant that I could jump start his organs, if they responded then the limbs would be the easy part.
I sat back down at the workstation and started to select programs to run on the nanobots to restart Dean’s system. Everything working perfectly, even with all internal damage he responded like he had suffered no trauma. I got a good ping back from the organs and began to select the next programs to run, rebuilding his limbs one by one until he functioned as normal.

I woke up in my small quarters not far from Med-bay. Looking out the window I watched the stars in the distance and rubbed my eyes. I gave the view screen on the wall a look and it appeared that all of Dean’s reconstructive surgery had been a success. Everything was in the green. I got dressed quickly and with excitement I ran to Med-bay and instantly my attention turned to Dean. He looked in perfect condition besides the metal limbs that would be matched and covered in syn-skin, once that was done he would look perfectly normal. It appeared my 300th renovation was complete. I double checked his neuro networks, they were pinging in the normal rang. I just had to reboot the brain and he would be good as new, probably better.
“Welcome back to the land of the living.”

Shred of Doubt

Corson stood there looking up at the giant beast as it towered over him. The fur that covered the creature’s entire body stood on end. Both surprised to have run in to another being. The stare down ended when the beast lashed out.
Diving out of the way Corson could feel a blast of air against his cheek as the clawed paw missed popping his head off by millimeters. Corson tried to roll gracefully but ended up sliding on the slick grass of the swamp and landed hard on his side. His face half covered in the slimy mud he turned to see the great beast rear around in his direction. Scrambling to his feet Corson reached for the hilt of his sword but found it missing. Patting his side in panic, never had his sword fallen out from his sheath or his hand. Looking around he spotted it not far from where he stood. But there was one problem, the swamp creature stood between him and his sword. Reaching to his belt on the opposite side he pulled a small thin bladed dagger meant for stabbing between the openings in armor, not for slaying a giant beast.
Snarling the beast’s sickly yellow eyes locked in on him. Drool ran from between the beast’s teeth dripping like an hourglass counting down how much time Corson had to live.

Driving forward the beast used his front paws to boost himself up in to the air, his powerful rear legs giving that final burst of power and before Corson could react the beast had closed all the distance between them. The beast slammed in to Corson. He could feel the claws drawing shallow lines of red along his chest as it pierced his armor. The weight of the beast was slowly crushing the metal of his breastplate and forcing him to sink in to the soft mud of the swamp floor.
The soft ground rose up around him, water started to seep up from the ground filling the crevices. He knew he only had seconds before the water would slowly start to drown him. Probably a nicer death then what the creature would offer him. Corson could feel the sharp claws digging deeper in to his chest. His breastplate collapsed painfully on to his chest. Ribs cracked and broke under the weight of the beast. Reaching up with his hands in a last chance struggle Corson found one of the yellow eyes and dug his thumb as deep as he could in to the socket.
The beast roared in pain and reared up and off Corson. Not wasting a second of his freedom from the beast’s grasp he pushed up and out of the soggy hole and rolled away from the beast. Not looking to see the damage he did to it, his attention was full on getting his sword back in to his hand.

Ripping what was left of his armor off his chest he let it drop to the ground. With a run that was more like quick limp he made his way towards his sword. Hearing the beast roar behind him Corson dove for the blade that sent lightening bolts of pain through his body.
Rolling on to his back he thrust the blade up and away from him. The beast that was already in flight could only look on hopelessly as the blade sunk in to its chest until it was buried to the hilt under its own weight.
Corson lay there his chest heaving, the stink of the beast over powering his senses. As it lay on top of him he can hear the deep shallow breaths it took. The beating of its giant heart was slowing. Using all his might Corson rolled the beast over and sat on top of the creature.
Looking around making sure no other creature decided to show up he hung his head and took a deep breath. “Never a shred of doubt.” Corson said before taking the silhouette dagger and stabbing the beasts between its eyes making sure it was dead.

The End

Dark of Night

From the shadows I stalked, watching, waiting, and baiting unsuspecting souls in to the inky blackness of what would be their last breath.   I loved the night and how things changed.  How behind every corner could be the end of your story.  It sickens me that during the day everyone walked around with a sense of power and control.  Even the most timid soul could be a mighty king in the mid of day.
But when that sun faded over the horizon and the silver moon was high above.  That was when monsters like me came out.  Where the mighty kings of day would turn in to cowards.  Where shivers of the cold could leave you breathless and scared.  This was my home, the deep dark black of night.
After all this is why children were often afraid of the dark, being told ghost stories from the beginning of time.  Where monsters hide under their beds and grotesque creatures would stalk the forests.  Hundreds, thousands, a millennia later on the silver screen these monsters turned in to high school lovers, it was joke, an insult to us night dwellers.  Sparkling in the sunlight, a love triangle with a werewolf.  I’d shake my head if I currently weren’t latched on to a half drunk woman love struck on my bite.  But what did they know anyways?  They knew the stores, but not what truly hide in the darkness.

 

The End