I never exactly loved working with corpses but I still did, something about looking through someone's body gave me that odd thrill. I think that comes from my fear of the unknown and the idea that the person I had been working on was still alive. I was looking through someone and I didn’t think that would ever come true but it still did, sadly. At first, it all seemed normal, the person only named “Ace” on the report I had been given had died last night, the approximate time of their death was 15:25 am which seemed to hold through with signs of decay I saw, but what stood out to me was these odd tears in the skin, looking like something small had crawled out of their skin. Everything else other than some damage to the skull looked normal. I did what I had to with the corpse and made my way off shift, my mind still lingering on “Ace”. Eventually, I forced myself to stop thinking about it and go to sleep, not being able to get over the feeling of someone watching me and this unsettling itchiness on my skin. I slept for a while before waking to the feeling of being moved around, I tried to open my eyes but found I couldn’t almost as if they had been sewn shut. I soon felt someone's hands on my body, making me squirm or at least feel like it as I couldn’t move either. I felt a cut being made on my stomach, soon the pieces came together and it finally hit me that I was having an autopsy done on me. I wanted to scream and shout and cry that I was still alive but it didn’t feel like I was, I felt slow and tired nothing moving in my body other than whoever was examining my corpse's hands. Nothing felt right as they finished, a cold chill overtaking my body as I lost my senses
WC: 332
