Here are my first 250. General thoughts? I'm heading into revisions, so any suggestions will aid those revisions greatly!
Death is for sale. It doesn’t matter what stage of death you’re in, it’s going to generate money. Hospitals, funeral directors, everyone makes money at the end. Death is expensive, and more than a few have learned to profit from that. And I am one part of that system, one more person who makes money at the end of your life .
All around me police run, calling to each other, and a camera snaps now and again. Yellow tented plastic printed with black numbers line the ground, marking a bullet here, a blood spatter there, and whatever else counts as evidence these days. It looks like an episode of CSI or something, but it’s real life. The man shakes his head when the police point to a body on the ground. Nearby a crowd watches and someone wails with grief.
The metal legs of the gurney unfold as I pull it out of my van, rolling it toward the center of the street. Working for the medical examiner, the body is technically ours until the doctor has performed the autopsy. When we show up, the body is ready to move to the city morgue. Doctor Musselman joins me as an officer waves us over. Unzipping a black body bag, I lay it on the ground, then put on a pair of gloves. With the help of Doctor Musselman, we get the body secured and I zip it up. Once it’s on the gurney, I roll it to the van, the legs collapsing as I lock it in place.