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- Charlie flung the instrument cart. Scalpels, probes, forceps, knives, and scissors all hit the floor with clacks and clangs Luis believed would reverberate forever. He watched John Doe’s right hand land atop one of the scalpels. Again, it was as with a baby: put something in baby’s hand and baby grabs it. The corpse’s fingers closed around the PM40. The blade, kept razor-sharp by Charlie, cut through all four fingers so deeply they folded against the back of the corpse’s hand.
- Luis winced with a father’s urge to console, but John Doe’s expression reflected no pain. He didn’t seem to mind losing half his fingers. He kept inching toward Charlie. Luis, meanwhile, just stood there, blandly narrating the bald facts of the matter (“He is crawling. I can see the hamstring muscles flexing through the exit wound in his thigh.”), while doing nothing whatsoever to affect them.
- - The Living Dead, chapter: The Miscarriage
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