pallor mortis.

Watchmen/Re-Animator.
There's room for one more at the city morgue.

For sandoz_iscariot, prompt: Rorschach and Herbert West, question.



Rorschach's journal. May 19th, 1985.

Disturbance on Willoughby Street, 2:33 AM. City morgue broken into, security guard savagely murdered. Bludgeoned to death, body splayed like that of bird with wounded wing. Uncomfortable to look at.

Crowd inside morgue more wild than one on outside streets. Would be less disturbing if indoor mob had pulses.

Lone figure stood in midst of thrashing, moss-colored bodies holding a syringe of violently bright liquid, like malevolent god thrust in middle of mewling newborn creations. Man's apparent victory turned sour when decayed hands clawed and lunged, forcing him to stumble into me. Was not afraid of me - perhaps had perspective skewed by more pressing matter of screaming corpses. Implored me to help barricade the abominations inside the room. Likely endangerment of own survival was enough to secure my cooperation.

Man was of short stature, wild-eyed. Had clearly single-minded intentions; possibly deranged. He asked if I thought him mad. Was unsure how to respond - not wise to agitate paranoid psychotics. Instead asked him in turn what he had hoped to accomplish. Said he was working to restore order to chaotic world. Working to bring back life to those whose were taken unfairly away. The innocent, the helpless. Motherless children brought to early ends.

Unlike predecessors like Burke and Hare, fresh specimens for further experimentation come only from the depraved and corrupt.

Curious as to why one would undertake such a colossal task alone. Says former colleague refuses to continue helping him, remains stubborn and blind. Does not properly grasp the gravity of the situation at hand.

Own circumstances not dissimiliar enough to do more than nod.

Asked about guard, slumped against door with crimson leaking from base of skull. Informed that man escaped conviction of domestic abuse; widower father of two small girls in his custody up until two hours ago. Coming to swift end against cold linoleum suddenly seems an undeserved mercy.

Still not convinced man's story paints entire truth, despite sinister visual evidence to support it.

Will continue keeping an eye on morgue. Just in case. Man's ideals make distressing amount of sense, however.

What kind of city is it where homicidal eccentrics are of the few rational left?