"1985, the UNEEDA supply warehouse, where the first batch of bodies had been kept for 16 years were unleashed in Virginia, and they came to realize they couldn't kill them, resulting in 20 square blocks being blown up by a nuclear missile. 1988, the same fate awaited a whole town, when the dead arose from the grave yard, however, this time, they were fortunate enough to escape with their lives in tact. Then in 1993, they came again, this time, their reanimation was the cause of the army, instead of their demise. What does that tell you?" Steve Kexler asked.

"Simple, no matter what the government or the army does, you can never really get rid of all these things," Brian Winslow answered.

Mr. Kexler has just recently hired Brian, as well as a few others, for a job that he explained would change their lives forever. He opened a medical research asylum over by the shore, where they did work on medical mysteries on the living and dead an all that sort. Being miles away from anyone, no one knew of the work they did, good thing too, otherwise the government would be running them into the ground and maximum security jail.

"Yeah, apparently, the army screwed the whole thing, and they keep bringing those things back for another round," Sly Richardson added.

"Correct, until now," Steve said.

"What do you mean?" Brian asked.

"Well, up until a few weeks ago, the army had come across nine more containers of that 245 Trioxin chemical WITH four bodies in them. They planned to move the tanks over to the Badlands, where there are no people, no towns, no one within miles, so, no way to get loose," Steve explained.

"Until there was a wrench thrown in their plan," Judy De' Caprio insinuated.

"Yes, once more, a typical army screw up, the bodies were delivered here last May, I've kept them on the absolute bottom floor of this building until I've decided what to do with them," Steve said.

"What's that sir?" Brian asked.

"I decided that since the army was stupid enough to make a chemical bring them to life, I'm going to find a way to reverse the effect," Steve explained.

"How will we do that?" Judy asked.

Steve took a small air-tight bottle out of his pocket.

"In this bottle, is a dab of 245 Trioxin, I can view it under a microscope and find out what's in it, and find out what chemicals will reverse the effect," he said.

"But sir, how are you going to be able to release that without turning yourself into a zombie?" Sly asked.

"Simple, I'm going to put it down on this table, set the timer for enough time for us to get out of the building, when the timer goes off, the laser will shatter the bottle, and the chemicals will spill on the slide, and then, by the time the chemicals finish going through the buidling, I'll come back and start my research," Steve said.

"Sounds simple enough," Brian said.

"Yeah, but who'd want to do it?" Judy asked, "No one in their right mind would even go near that crap."

"Hey, where're those other two new recuits...Thompson and Manson?" Sly asked.

"Those two are always slouching off, I'd fire them right away if it wasn't their first day working here...Now, I think 30 minutes should give us enough time to get out of here, from outside, with those things locked up in the tanks and the air vents blocked with cement, there shouldn't be any trouble, now let's go," Steve said.

Steve started the timer and they rushed out of the building, that is, they thought everyone had made it out.

Henry Manson stepped out of the storage room and looked around.

"Hey Luke, they're gone!" he called.

Luke Thompson stepped out and looked around.

"Well, let's head down to the basement, we've gotta bring up some more embalming fluid," Luke said.

"Wait a minute, aren't you forgetting something?" Henry asked.

"What?" Luke asked.

"You forgot to zip up Sleeping Beauty," Henry pointed to the cadaver on the operating table.

"Ah leave her, she's not going anywhere, besides, who's gonna tell we left her out to catch cold? Her?" Luke laughed.

The basement was 5 floors down, and with only stairs to head up and down on, it took some time before they reached the basement, by the time they got the door opened, the timer had only 8 minutes left.

"Where're the lights?" Henry asked.

"I don't know, I'll look," Luke replied.

As Henry waited in the dark, he heard the sound of glass crashing.

"Luke, what the hell's going on in there?" Henry asked.

"I don't know," Luke replied.

Luke finally found the lights and turned them on.

"Oh, it's a tank in the corner, there's some kind of green gas coming out of it...hey, there's a number for the army on the side...WHAT THE HELL!"

Henry ran into the next room and saw a slimy, yellow, partially decayed body in the busted tank, Luke had apparently walked into it, making only a slight bust in the glass, leading to a very light stream of 245 Trioxin, on the other side of the room.

"Oh my God, what is that?" Luke asked.

"I don't know! You moron, you really screwed it this time, come on!" Henry yanked on his shirt.

"Where we going?" Luke asked.

"We're going to get the hell out of here, that's where we're going!" Henry replied.

As they started up, the stairs on the 1st floor broke, knocking them down, at that exact time, the bottle shattered on the lab table, and the chemical released, knocking them out. As the gas seeped throughout the building, there became a great disturbance from the dead...Body bags were shaking, coffins were rattling, and as for 'Sleeping Beauty', she slowly finished unzipping herself...

To be continued.