Nadia
The smell of burned and putrid flesh hit me before I even crossed the threshold of the morgue.
As soon as I walked down the freezing corridor, I felt the air grow heavier, saturated with the odor. I pushed the door open with my hip, already slipping gloves onto my hands as usual. And what I found on the autopsy tables made my breath die in my throat.
"Holy s**t," I whispered, standing in the doorway.
Seven bodies were lined up on the steel tables. All of them in unrecognizable states. The flesh was an entirely dark, charred crust. In the places where the skin had given way, bone was exposed. It was impossible to tell whether they were men or women. The only feature that still made them seem human was the shape of their bodies.
"I was going to say good morning, but I guess that d
