Without word or sound, the cloaked figure began slowly approaching Delilah. He took slow, deliberate steps, menacing as walked toward her.
His milky eyes stared and his gray deathly face remained neutral and cold.
He drew close, a mere foot from her when he disappeared.

     Like a ripple in the water, the shadowy spook of a man flickered, his figure shimmering, and immediately vanished. Delilah was now alone in the brooding morgue, the mysterious being gone again. It was then that a sharp groan could be heard, followed by the rustling of a sheet. To the left, the corpse closest to Delilah suddenly moved.

     The white sheet was pushed aside and landed to the floor left of the body. The nude, pale figure of a young man raised up from the table. Bones popped and snapped as the stiff corpse was suddenly revitalized with life.
It was a young man of average height and build, his dark hair cut shot and a scruffy goatee surrounded his mouth. Dead, sunken blue eyes glared at Delilah as the reanimated corpse stood, groaning and mumbling as climb off the table.
Another groaning could be heard, and another, and another. The sheets on the other four corpses all slipped off onto the floor as the living dead stirred to life.

A middle-aged blonde woman, an older African American male, a young Asian male, and a young red-haired girl. They all slowly raised up and stood from the tables where they had lay, growling and grumbling as their dead eyes all glared at Delilah.