It was the smell that hit him first. The figure on the work table might as well have been dead; clear fluid oozed from its ear and the hole drilled into its head. Blood had soaked into the paper sheet beneath the body. Yet those eyes opened and closed. A rattling groan left pale lips. Gene covered his nose and mouth with his sleeve as he approached, taking a better look at the volunteer. "So this is why you are ignoring my calls."














