INT. - SILVER CITY MORGUE - NIGHT

The dark morgue sat in silence, the lights long doused, cabinets closed, residents stored for the night. Something knocked against the inside of C2, rattling a moment before the latch released and the door swung wide.

Blackened hands now turning pink pushed against the rim of the tray, sliding out the slab. He groaned and rolled from the edge, falling part way to the floor, one hand holding him up by the edge of the cabinet ...