Cassie hadn’t been in Seattle that long, only a few weeks. She was still settling in to her new job – both of them. But she was starting to get suspicious that there was something not quiet normal happening. She wasn’t normally a suspicious type of person, but call it reapers intuition, there was something odd about some of the deaths here. Mostly she tried to just shrug it off, because honestly, who was she it judge what was normal.
So far she had done a good job not bringing unnecessary attention to herself. She acted the part of of a normal co worker, and hopefully kept hidden the other parts of her job. She had learned to be discrete when communicating with the dead, helping them cross over, only doing it when she was sure she was alone.
Walking into the main part of the morgue, Cassie stopped when she noticed Liv next to the most recent body brought in. Curiously, she looked to see what she was doing, they had already finished the autopsy. When she saw the skull open, her brows furrowed in confusion. “What are you doing with the brain?”
Like a deer-in-the-headlights, Liv’s eyes went wide. Her already irregularly slow heartbeat stopped, and she forced back the lump forming in her throat. She had been caught red handed in the act of brain stealing. Think quickly, Liv. Think. Think! “Um, I noticed on the paperwork...we forgot to weigh the brain. So, I thought it would be okay if I took care of that. See? Just weighing the brain.”
Liv slowly walked over and placed the mass organ onto the scales hanging from the ceiling. Shifting her line-of-sight from the weight to Cassie, the zombie smiled nervously. How was she supposed to eat now? Maybe she could slip a tiny chunk out of the brain as she was placing it back into the skull. It would have to do. Nothing fancy. She could stomach plain brains now, right? She had done it enough. And food was food after all.
“So, weren’t you taking lunch or something?” She continued going through the motions. Moving back to the body, Liv began to carefully replace the brain inside the skull, but as she pulled her hand back out, she latched onto the gray matter and tore off as big of a piece as she could hide.
With her hands out, Liv was just about to put the top of the woman’s skull back on when she “accidentally” knocked over a tray of tools. “Son-of-a-gun! I get really clumsy around lunch time. You go ahead do what you were doing. I’ll clean this mess up and stitch up our friend.” Liv bent down to clean up the tools, but before she really started making any effort, she shoved the piece of brain into her mouth enjoying every satisfying bite. Beggars couldn’t be choosers, and while she longed for more, the piece she had just eaten would have to do for the time being.
