Doctor:
Patient 71, identified as . . . John Doe. Died as of . . . unknown. Is there anything you’d like to declare?
71:
We will rise.
Doctor:
Yes, we know. Anything else?
71:
Judgment is passed!
Doctor:
Judgment?
71:
On the sons of men! Night is fallen, and the darkness returns for what is ours.
Doctor:
Would you please follow my finger?
71:
(Following finger.)
You fools. Your world is at an end! The grave will not be quenched. Death comes for all.
Doctor:
Are you in any pain?
71:
Every cell in my body decays as we speak. Even now worms infest my bowels.
Doctor:
(Pulls out pistol and shoots 71 in the head. 71 collapses onto the table.)
That should take care of any pain.
71:
The dead cannot be vanquished.
Doctor:
(Fires second shot. Speaks as he writes down a note).
Requisition silencer for future proceedings.
Tale Told 