Brian was in there. And he was alive.
Yay!
I couldn’t have been unhappier at that realization.
Yay! 🙂
There was no power to the walk-in-freezer, so it was warm. The interior was maybe ten by twelve feet across, the walls were metal, with racks on either side. Brian was hanging by the wall at the far end, propped up enough that his shoulders were pressing against the corner bordering the wall and the ceiling, his arms outstretched to either side like a bird hung up for display, his head hanging forward.
Sounds comfortable! 🙂
(And vaguely religious.)
It was some sort of collaboration between Bonesaw and Mannequin. He’d been partially flayed, the skin stripped from his arms and legs and stretched over the walls around him. His ribcage had been opened, splayed apart.
Look, he’s had a fun time!
An improvised metal frame held each of his internal organs in place, some several feet from their intended position, as if they were held out for display, others placed on the shelves of the freezer.
Welcome to the museum of biology!
Cases covered in a ceramic shell seemed to be pumping him full of water, nutrients and other fluids that must have been helping keep him alive.
Like a beer hat! Does he have a foam hand, too? 🙂
Krixwell Liveblogs 