There were countless ghost stories famous among the soldiers about the Morgue. There were sometimes wraiths that roamed the hallways, the rotting corpse that lived in the vent and then one of the most common.
The cries of help from the dead.
Where the dead would back toward the walls of the capsule where their bodies were held in the Morgue.
"Shit…" The older paled when the banging from the lockers started to come.
Only from the capsules where the tag of occupied was written.
"Help… Somebody."
Calvin cried, meeting the flow of the dead behind him, he too banged on the gate, crying for a rescue. "This is all your fault… You disturbed the dead." Calvin cried and blamed the older guard, when his attempt at opening the gate didn't work.
"Stop blaming me you little shit… If you were so scared, you should have said something."
"As for these guys…" Then the older soldier went and lifted his feet.
