Re-Animator Page #5

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- Oh.

Shotgun wound to the head.

Oh, god, he's rotten.

- Malpractice.

- Sh*t.

Let's go, we're not going

to find anything.

Wait. Wait!

Yes, I think you.

How long?

He arrived early this evening.

John Doe, apparently just dropped dead.

No record of any damage.

It's almost perfect.

Why "almost"?

Could be heart damage.

Then let's just find another one.

No! We do not have time!

All we need tonight

is a specific, conscious reaction.

He's been dead for hours.

Any evidence of re-animated

consciousness will justify proceeding.

Start the recorder.

Start the damn recorder!

Make the entry.

October...

Tenth.

Tenth.

- Subject:
Male.

- Age?

Age, early twenties.

- Physical condition?

- No deformities.

Appears to have been in

excellent physical condition.

Apparent cause of death...

what?

Heart failure.

Heart failure.

Time, 10:
33 PM.

10:
33 PM.

15 cc's.

15 cc's of reagent being administered.

He loves me,

we're getting married.

He's mad! I've seen this happen

to medical students before.

Good ones!

Dr. Harrod, is Mr. Cain loose

in this hospital?

In the morgue, I think, doctor.

I specifically told

Dr. Riley to suspend him,

and to take him off the floor

if he reported to work!

Dr. Riley's been

in emergency surgery for four hours.

I haven't seen him.

Time elapsed.

15 seconds.

Something should

have happened by now.

It's not working.

Let's get out of here!

Obviously, the human dosage

factor is unknown.

Increasing the dosage,

20 cc's of reagent.

- Herbert, let's go!

- No!

Damn!

Page Mr. Cain and have him report

to Level L security desk,

and make sure

that she stays right here.

You can't stop me! I followed you here,

and I'm gonna follow you

- until you listen to me!

- Megan!

- I love him!

- You're my daughter,

and you'll do as you're told!

Sit down, Miss Halsey.

Mr. Cain will be up soon,

you can discuss it then.

Don't blame him, Daddy!

We failed.

Come on, let's go!

I mean, someone

could be coming any minute!

He failed! Not I!

Mr. Cain, Mr. Daniel Cain,

please report

to the security desk, Level L

Oh, god.

Cover him up.

- Let's go!

- All right!

Grab him!

Stop!

It listened to me.

Cain?

Cain?

Cain, open up this door.

Help!

Get help!

Is West in there with you?

You're in a lot of trouble,

both of you!

No!

Let go!

Stop!

For god's sakes!

Dan... look out.

Come on.

Find the recorder.

- Herbert... no.

- Did you see him react?

He listened to me.

It made a conscious act.

He heard you as an animal would.

Herbert, no, you can't be serious!

Hell, you may be right.

It'd probably been dead too long.

It wasn't fresh enough!

We probably only revived the senses

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