Before my brain can even send a signal to my body to move, or my mouth to speak, I somehow spring straight up in the bed, almost popping down to the floor in the process. My feet are hanging off the end. I look down, my body is wrapped in a white gown. A very loose one at that. If I'd hit the floor, it likely would have dropped as well.
"Well, hope that was a good 72 hour nap," a vaguely familiar female voice says.
My eyes are amazingly focused already, I realize, as I look straight into her eyes. She has raven black hair pulled together in a pony tail that extends to the mid-point of her back. Her shirt is black and shiny and very form fitting. It's obvious she works out. Her pants are the same type of material.
"It wasn't easy. My partners and I had to sneak you out of the morgue. We've never had a project like this, but I can't wait to see the results. You're our first real life test subject. My name is Morgan, by the way." She gave me a warm smile.
"This test subject better show results worth the risk we just took," a man's voice, commanding as it fills the room.
I turn that way and lock eyes with his. He has an icy stare, military hair cut, stars and stripes on his shoulders, and a crisp pressed green suit.
"I believe they will be, sir. To bring this man back from the dead and have his body heal as if nothing happened, you can't tell me that won't carry a lot of weight."
Back from the dead? Heal? What the hell are they talking about?
"If this one falls through the cracks, I'm pulling the plug on our little project. Then I'll pull the plug on our relationship. I've had enough. Of both," Icy eyes said.