Emergency

“Scalpel.” Doctor Ga’ak held out his withered hand. Nurse Urghl dropped the instrument in, her gray skin glistening.

The body on the table twitched, then began to thrash.

“We’re losing him!” shouted Doctor Ga’ak. “Scimitar!” That tool, too, was deposited in his leathery grip. “Chainsaw!” Nurse Urghl fired up the engine. “Flamethrower!” There was a crackle and the smell of burning napalm.

Beeeeeeeeeeeeep… Beep… Beep… Beep…

A slow and steady heartbeat emanated from the body on the abused slab. Doctor Ga’ak slumped against the wall of the tomb and covered his skeletal grimace with his hands. “We lost another one.”