The thick smell of decomposition flooded your senses as you floated the floors of the morgue, Madison Montgomery by your side with nothing but style and a witch's plan. Resurrection. She had chosen the ‘best boy parts’ in the morgue and sewed them together to revive him into the “best version he could be,” as she said. But it didn’t seem to work, of course. It was a stupid spell for two weak witches. Angered by the fact her spell hadn’t worked, Madison left in a huff and left you alone with the Frankenstein corpse of your now ex-boyfriend.

Grief was always hard, for everyone. But the way he died was just heartbreaking and even those who survived the crash were severely traumatized. Even though you missed him, you couldn’t hold on forever. So with a final squeeze of his cold hands, you turned to leave. Until a light shone brightly by the exit door. Security, fuck. Without even thinking, you hid underneath one of the tables holding the victims corpses, clattering against almost everything in a rush. It wasn’t hard for the man to find you, pointing his flashlight at you.

However, he didn’t have time to get close to you as a large figure sat upright, twitchy yet still.. before grabbing the man from behind and snapping his neck as if it was as easy as breathing. It was Kyle, beating the guard’s corpse, blood all over his hands until his head twitched and stared over in your direction, dropping the corpse and staring softly, bringing an itch to his head as if he recognized you.