Chapter 5

Yes I am well aware that I said I wouldn't do a flog today, and that I plugged someone's else's blog for no reason. But it's too cold to sleep and the book is now plaguing on my mind so I figure the sooner I get this book done the sooner the nightmares will stop.

I've also noticed in my past few posts I used 'so' a lot, so much in fact that I actually pissed myself off while reading it. My goal is to cut back on repeating words, if I succeed I get a drink, if I don't I get to look at the bottle and make 'I love you' eyes at it.

Ahem, anyways, the chapter starts off with Anita looking at a coffin on it's side, there's a bloody hand print and the remains of a male with his finger gnawed off. For some reason we also learn that the decreased dug up male was blond.
The second body is off in worse shape since something has torn open his chest and played Tetris with his organs, Anita muses that she's glad it's dark since then she can't see all the gore at it's worse since darkness sucks the color out of everything, even though she apparently has epic nightsight of awesomeness.

I had measured the bite marks with my trusty tape measure. With my little plastic gloves I had searched the corpse over, looking for clues. There weren't any.
The entire crime scene has already had a forensic team go over everything so I'm not entirely sure what the point of having the supposed 'expert' come and poke at a body that has more then likely already been prodded by every single person on site.
She even admits that the coroner could have informed the cops that ghouls were the reason these dead had been turned into a snack, judging from this book we're going with the generic D&D ghouls here and not the Arabian version since we find out later that no one is sure why Ghouls exist.

Anita stands up and she has dark stains on her knees from all the blood, luckily though she's wearing coveralls that she generally wears for vampire stakings (how much blood can a dead heart really pump out?)
She's thankful that it's dark since seeing it in the sunlight since it makes the blood always so red and brown and thick.
You can all thank me for sharing that with you.

Now we meet Sergeant Rudolph Storr AKA Dolph, he's 6 ft 8 and built like a wrestler with short dark hair that leaves his ears sticking out. Dolph here is the head of the Regional Preternatural Investigation Team which people pronounce as "rip it" because.. It sounds cool? I dunno, I think spook squad while unimaginative sounds and fits better.

This squad was apparently made to "placate the press and the liberals" the fact that vampires are now legal should actually be the reason, since it's you know sort of the job description of a cop to protect civilians. Not pick and chose who needs this protection... Also, since the supernatural in this book is a minority shouldn't any attacks against them be hate crime? In which case isn't that where the FBI step in, not the local cops?

Anita and Dolph have a little back and forth about Ghouls in a really boring way, instead of just explaining to him that ghouls do not travel outside of their own cemetery, the ones they mostly to appear in are usually very old or have satanic or certain voodoo rites preformed in them.
I've seen another flogger out there go berserk about this, honestly can't remember why. I don't know much about voodoo or satanic rites so it's not my place to rant about this, the fact that she doesn't really explain anything beyond that annoys me though.
Also apparently no one knows if ghouls rise from the dead (like most mythology) or just randomly move in to start chowing down on the residents of the place. That's just lazy, I can understand if SHE wasn't sure but I'm pretty sure SOMEONE would have looked into this. A lot of people, religious or not, take issue with something messing with their dead. You cannot sit there and try and tell me that they just sat back and let the ghouls go about their business.
The theories behind the creation of ghouls are pretty boring to be honest, ghouls do not make ghouls, so maybe 'evil' people become ghouls, or those bitten by the supernatural become ghouls etc.
They are so suppose to be cowards, only attacking the living if they are unconscious, though Dolph points out that they didn't seem to have issues eating the hell out of the groundskeeper Anita shrugs it off saying he must have somehow fallen unconscious.

Blah blah more back and forth about ghouls, various theories on what happened and then we find out that there are flesh-eating zombies, how are they different from normal zombies, we aren't told!
No, we brush over this tit-bit off to talk about 'the animator' the professional journal or zombie raisers. We then get some bad ribbing from the cops about Anita having been at a hens party before the call came in, such wonderful witty prods such as!
He was almost grinning "The secretary said you were at a bachelorette party." He wiggled his eyebrows. "Hoochie coochie."
"You be careful tonight, Anita. Wouldn't want you picking up anything."
The rest of the men waved at me and called in unison, "we loove you."

I'd love to make a witty comment here but the awkward attempt to be funny just doesn't really give me any material that could make this less painful, Anita doesn't really respond to any of this beyond "give me a break" while bouncing off a straight person can be fun here it just feels forced.
Or maybe my lack of sleep is just making me moodier then Anita.