By the time his scheduled shift finally ended, Nathan felt like a walking, lifeless zombie. But his mandatory morgue shift was still waiting for him. Reluctantly, he dragged his feet down the long, dimly lit, ice-cold hallway toward the morgue. It was far from a glamorous assignment, but it was quiet and undemanding. In that moment, all Nathan craved more than anything in the world was a little peace and quiet.
He sank down into the desk chair, his back throbbing painfully from hours of constant standing and rushing around nonstop. The entire morgue felt unnaturally still, save for the low, constant hum of the flickering fluorescent overhead lights. Nathan stretched his stiff limbs, trying to shake off the heavy fog of fatigue weighing him down. He told himself it was just another ordinary night, another boring shift of endless waiting.
