Seconds felt like endless hours as Nathan sat trapped in his car, the laptop screen showing the shadowy figures creeping through the morgue. His breathing was shallow and fast, his mind struggling to process the terrifying scene. Fear kept him rooted to his seat, until something suddenly shifted the mood entirely.
One of the dark shadowy figures began moving toward the morgue supply cabinets. Nathan watched in stunned disbelief as it reached into a drawer and pulled out multiple bottles of formaldehyde with slow, deliberate movements. His eyes widened in total confusion. What are they doing? What is all this for?
