The high from squeezing the last breath from a woman had not dissipated by the time she barreled through the emergency room door of Community General. From the jittery detox of junkies to the blood-soaked stench of abused homeless individuals, the waiting room was a buffet line for every injury and illness possible. If the bloody face of the beaten man didn’t dry up her pussy like the desert, nothing other than sex would cure the need for an orgasm. It was her mission.
Her hand slammed against the down button on the wall, and she continued to press it like a nervous tick until the elevator door opened. On the inside, Heather repeated the process of hitting the basement button until the door closed.
There wasn’t much of a wait before the door reopened to the cold and sterile tomb of the hospital’s basement, the underbelly where dead bodies awaited their dissections.
A red light flashed above the final door at the end of the hall, acting as a beacon amidst her macabre arousal. It was also a sign that urged potential visitors to stay out; the doctor was in the middle of a science experiment that told the state how the naked body on the table died.
Heather stopped. The only thing standing between her and her goal was a steel door. She peered in to see a doctor wearing a blue surgical gown tied in the back. The loose strands of blond hair peeked out from under the skullcap; nothing said sexy like a woman dressed for slicing open a corpse.
If it didn’t happen at that moment, it wouldn’t happen at all. Heather pushed on the door, which opened because the doctor never locked herself inside. She had an irrational fear of being trapped when the sleeping bodies rose for the zombie apocalypse, which she swore would happen one day.
The hinges creaked. The woman’s eyes darted up from the clipboard to the door. “May I help you?”
Heather slipped her body through the small opening so the zombies stayed inside. She snapped the lock when the door closed. “I don’t know... Can you?”
“I’m in the middle of something here.”
“You’re always in the middle of something,” said Heather as she stalked forward, her eyes narrowing, just like the gap between the two women. “But yes, you can help me with something.”
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