I am alone in this house of death. The bright track lighting overhead does nothing to push back the gloom. Somewhere near me, sharp surgical tools cut into white, bloodless flesh. Faceless machines suck organs and fluids from open body cavities.
I am alone in this house of death. The bright track lighting overhead does nothing to push back the gloom. Somewhere near me, sharp surgical tools cut into white, bloodless flesh. Faceless machines suck organs and fluids from open body cavities.