[ WP ] Human beings are a crop and what we know as death is merely harvest time .

The light at the end of the tunnel. “ How many times had he heard that phrase, especially over the course of the past year? ” Adam thought to himself. He looked around the hospital room that had become his home since he was diagnosed with terminal colon cancer. 
 
 He was surrounded by beeping medical equipment, extra blankets, hospital socks and a multitude of get well soon cards. One thing he lacked in the room was the company of loved ones, his parents had passed away many years ago and he had no siblings. Naturally Adam had been thinking a lot about death recently. 
 
 The doctors gave him 7 months to live, that was 9 months ago and Adam knew he would die soon. Not being a religious man, he never sought out absolvement of his sins, and now he felt a pang of regret. “ Would there be a physical light at the end of a physical tunnel or was that all bullshit? ” Adam thought. Of course he didn ’ t know the answer to that question. He just hoped that his life wasn ’ t meaningless, something that was on a lot of people's minds at St. Mark ’ s Hospital. 
 
 Adam couldn ’ t get comfortable, he was trying to sleep but was sweating profusely, felt dizzy and was experiencing very vivid dreams. He was waking up what seemed to be every ten minutes. His restlessness got so bad that he buzzed the nurse hoping to find some relief. Finally after taking the pill the nurse gave him he started to relax, the typical warming sensation that accompanies opiate use filled his body. He fell fast asleep. 
 
 Adam ’ s body was being carted away by hospital staff to the morgue in the basement level. Adam had been determined to have passed away in his sleep at 3:23 AM. Little did the hospital staff know that the pill he was given which reacted with the various other forms of medication Adam was on had indeed stopped his heart but had not killed him. Adam couldn ’ t move a muscle but he could hear and smell everything around him, the bing of the elevator, the distinct smell of formaldehyde, everything. 
 
 He was wheeled into the morgue and heard two people talking. It didn ’ t sound like a language he had ever heard before, almost like a cross between German and Spanish. Suddenly Adam felt a sharp pain in his lower leg and could feel a cool metal object resting there. The object was removed from his leg and the strange language started up again. It sounded as if the two people in the room with him were packing things into a bag, he heard rustling and the clinking sound of metal objects banging against each other. 
 
 “ We good here? ” another voice asked, in English this time. “ Yes, we ’ ve gotten the Vanadium out of this one, it can be destroyed. ” said the other voice. 
 
 Adam felt his bed being wheeled away and it was locked into place as someone picked him up. He was so confused from what he had heard. “ Vanadium, what the hell is that? ’ he asked himself. Before he could fully process what had transpired he felt his body being dropped into a box of some kind. Adam was being lifted mechanically and suddenly felt an intense heat all around his body. He heard the click of metal doors closing behind him. His screams weren ’ t able to leave his body. 
 
 The mortuary tech cranked up the crematory to high never knowing that Adam could feel the 1400 degree flames. 

