Jane Doe

It's midnight at the city morgue. You really hate this job but it pays the bills and helps with college expenses. You're a janitor. Nothing flashy or worth mentioning but it pays twice minimum wage. Plus the "residents" are quiet and not judgemental. You're moping the floor when you notice there's a corpse on a gurney. Her face is uncovered. "Damn, what a shame she was cute," you say to no one in particular. Then her eyes open. She tilts her head your way. You scream like a little kid.