Attack Of The Loving Dead
“Dude, you gotta see this,” Pat said. “Fresh meat.”I rolled my eyes. There were several ways of coping with being constantly surrounded by death and putrefaction, the perks of working in the morgue-slash-autopsy of the forensics department. Pat just had this way of calling me over for every new delivery, as I called them, with the excitement of a kid on its eighth birthday party piñata.I had to cut him some slack, though, as he was the new guy and was still trying to get his stomach used to...