Nicholas gasped, he tore out of the thin plastic body bag that covered his body. It was pitch black. He felt the cold steel ceiling of his new prison. He had about six inches above him and beside him. Sealed in like a sardine can. He kicked the wall beneath his feet. The steel door buckled and slapped open after a few kicks. He used his fingers like small spiders and slid out into the small room in the basement of the morgue. This time it had been a car wreck. Dreadful stuff.