The seconds felt like hours as Nathan sat in the car, the screen flashing images of the shadowy figures creeping through the morgue. His breath was shallow, his mind racing to comprehend what he was seeing. The terror kept him rooted to the seat, but then something shifted.
One of the black figures started making its way toward the cabinets. Nathan watched in disbelief as it reached into one of the drawers, pulling out bottles of formaldehyde with a slow, deliberate motion. His eyes widened in confusion. What were they doing? What was happening?