About how people who drank to half-death lived in the morrow, everyone knows.
And these stories have repeatedly appeared in various newspapers-magazines-publishments-internets.
But my story is a small nuance.
It started as always.
The body was found in an empty bottle. The cold...
No pulse, no breath, death came a few hours ago.
On the street is night.
The brigade is in the morge, and the papers are in the morning!
Alkanaft woke up in the morning, ended up on the dividing table among the other tables with the cadastre.
Despite his severe condition, he stood where he was. He began to rub his eyes to look at objects that were far from the window, in which the dawn had just begun to drizzle.
Well, his hands were on the table... and he was sprayed with chlorine, after the pathologist did his job during the day. Chlorine got in the eye - the alkas swallowed!
He threw at the door, and began to knock in it that there is strength!
Crying unmemberly, and cursing all and all!
The night guard was a man with experience, and he did not faint - as happened in other stories. No, he did not run away!
He – like a real worker of the medical institution – rushed to save a man!
Or rather, to open the door.
Pushing the door of the refrigerator with all his strength, he did not think - again the demand - what a man was behind it! And it is precisely this same person he, the night guard of the morgo, has stumbled on the roof of the alconft by this very door!
He flew a few meters away, and was silent, losing consciousness.
The guard turned on the light to fully understand - where was the man who was mistakenly taken for dead?
And the same man was lying under the empty table from which he just got up.
The blue frozen body did not indicate that the body was alive.
But how did this body fall to the floor, and yet rear in the morge and make demonic sounds?
The guard took a step... two...
and here...
It is a dead body.
and survived!!!!! to
It began to be eaten - as in horror - to stand on their feet, clinging to their nodular fingers at the cutting table!
The body was in full growth.
Naked, blue and smelled like a grave.
The body turned!
And they looked at the guard with huge red as the demon's eyes!
From the curved mouth came abundant bloody foam - clearly chopped from the neighbor's corpse.
The body took an uneven step toward the guard, raised his arms toward him, and whispered with his vampire voice:
I am the one!!!! to

In the morning there was a painting of oil: the guard supported with all his strength the door of the morga from the street, which shrugged and fought like a lion in chains! At the same time, the guard tried to set her on fire with a lighter, loudly and clearly declaring at the same time "Our Father", in mixture with "God of the King Save", "Rise" and "Ezzy cherubim"!!! to