Realistic or Modern Rigor Mortis

[Vampunk]

While other people spent their Friday evenings relaxing, spending time with their friends or just partying, Ashley's work was just beginning.
Whereas girls her age still tried following their dreams becoming actresses and singers, working part time as baristas and waitresses, Ash was actually already starting to get into the business.

For an op and coming Med student working at a Morgue didn't seem like the most glamorous place to start but Ashe saw it as an opportunity to gather valuable experience.
Even if in the end it her job was more about dealing with the already deceased and not all about preserving and saving lives.

But she wasn't one to complain as she entered the morgue, humming her favorite tune as she ran a hand through her pale blonde, almost white hair, brushing her messy mane back.
Slipping out of her jacket and into a white lab coat Ash made her way over to the desk with tonight's "patients".

Raising a pierced eyebrow Ash leaned against the cool walls of the morgue, scrolling through the various lab and police reports.
This was where her job began.

Exhaling softly Ashley made her way over to the various drawers, every one of them home for a not so lucky subject.
Opening the hatch and rolling the corpse out of its drawer, Ash's steel grey eyes wandered over the reports, making her whistle in response.

"Wow, seems like that's the...what...fourth? of those in the past month?" The girl mused, putting the report back on the table with a dismissive motion.

"Oh well, not like we're getting any smarter from it." Ash sighed as she removed the white sheet from the corpse.
Now white as chalk, almost the same color of her hair, with thin veins covering the dead flesh.
"Sheesh, and I thought seeing the victims of a car crash was horrifying." The aspiring doctor exhaled with a faint smile as she examined the rather obvious wound to the victim's neck.

"Wait a second..." Ash hummed as she ran a gloved finger over the wound. "Why is the wound clotting already? Didn't they die before the body would be able to try and close the wound? Weird..." The morgue assistant thought out loud as she readied a scalpel, the cold steel soon resting against the corpse's chest as she contemplated where exactly she should start cutting.

 

[DapperCharmer2.0]

Darkness. That's all Richard could see. He had no memories of where he was or how he got there but he had a horrible feeling that this place was were you went when you no longer had the will or the ability to live.

As if proving his theory a white light appeared in the darkness. He sighed, or he would if he wasn't dead, and moved towards the light. He hoped he might get into heaven, though he didn't think he would be that lucky. He walks through the light.

And opens his eyes, he looks around and finds himself in a morgue. His eyes widen as he sees a stranger about to cut him with a scraple. He's in a panic, but his heart doesn't beat. He sits up suddenly and screams.