Lady Luck

"Clean out the corpses, he says."

Thump.

"Fuck him. Just because he doesn't want to handle the fucking jews he palms it onto me."

Thump. Flesh on dead flesh.

"Fucking Hans having a sick day."

Thump. The corpse pile is quite high now.

"Fucking Jews, getting my…"

Coughing. Rampant, violent coughing. This one is alive.

"The fuck?"


"You hear about yesterday?"

Thump.

"Another one got through. Little blonde toddler. Musta held her breath a fair while."

Thump. Flesh on dead flesh.

"We gassed her again today. Fuck wasting bullets on this lot."

Thump. The corpse pile is quite high now.

"Hey, look at this. Reckon this is the…?"

Coughing. Rampant, violent coughing. This one is alive.

"What?"


"You know what?"

Thump.

"Turns out, girl who woke back up again yesterday? Same one as before."

Thump. Flesh on dead flesh.

"Look, this one. No pulse this time, sweetheart. Too bad, eh? You had a good streak going."

Thump. The corpse pile is quite high now.

"I'm telling you, these fucking jews are getting fatt-"

Coughing. Rampant, violent coughing. This one is alive.

"She was dead! She was fucking dead!"


"We've tried electrocution."

Thump.

"We tried direct karmic instillment."

Thump. The beat of a heart.

"And you are telling me nobody tried sewing her throat back together?"

Thump. The beat is evening out.

"My hypothesis was right. Tomorrow we start on cranial trauma."

Coughing. Rampant, violent coughing. Still not dead.

"Of course it's approved. She's a jew."


"Oh god, someone block the main doors!"

Thump.

"They can't break through the compound. They'd need a hundred times as many men."

Thump. The smack of tracks on oak.

"I said to secure subject 221! Secure! Not term-"

THWACK. A man falls to the ground, flesh seared like steak.

"No. Please. I always tried to…"

Thunder. Rampant, violent lightning. This one is dead right now.

He doesn't say anything else.


"Do you think it will work?"

Thump.

"Her upper brain was mostly destroyed."

Thump. The beat of a heart.

"It… should regenerate I suppose. The castle documents suggested…"

Thump. The beat is evening out.

"I think she's stabilising."

Coughing. Rampant, violent coughing. Still not dead.

"Hey, easy, easy. It's me. It's okay now."

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