John Lindqvist - Handling The Undead

01.32:After significant pressure from the national and international media, the Dead Room's press secretary now announces a planned press conference in City Hall at 06.00.

01.33:Psychiatric clinics and emergency rooms are overwhelmed with family members in various states of hysteria. The internal psychiatric unit of the police force starts to see psychologically burnt out officers.

O1·3 5:The search for those reliving who are at large is more or

less ended. Reinforcements are, however, called out to the shelter of the City Mission, where clients have resisted police attempts to remove a homeless man-dead for two weeks-who has returned.

01.40:The first reliving at the Forest Cemetery is freed. The man is reported to be in the 'most miserable state imaginable' as he has been lifted out of a deep-lying area where the ground is waterlogged.

01.41:The facilitator arrives in Tyreso, The last thing the armed man says on the phone is, 'I'm going to her now' whereupon he shoots himself. The emergency technicians fetch his wife while police cordon off the area. The man shows no signs of awakening.

01.41:There is a request to the general public from the Forest Cemetery for 'people with strong stomachs'. The exhumed man makes an attempt to get away.

01. 4 5:Danderyd starts to lose control. 715 reliving have now been admitted and a number of disputes and several cases of fistfights have erupted among staff members in direct contact with the reliving.

01.50:The military calls in members of the Army Corpswithout consultation with the Dead Room-in order to erect a temporary holding facility for the reliving until they can be transported.

01. 55:Questioning of Danderyd staff members reveals that their conflicts have arisen due to a claimed ability to read one another's thoughts.

02.30:Reliving of particular significance to gaining a greater understanding of the phenomenon are moved to the Medical Examiner's office at Karolinska Medical Institute in Solna. Among these is Eva Zetterberg, who has the power of speech, as well as Rudolf Albin-the one who has been dead the longest before awakening.

02.56:Tomas Berggren, professor of Neurology, conducts an initial interview with Eva Zetterberg.

Interview 1

The following is a transcript of my first interview with patient Eva Zetterberg. The patient is of particular interest as a very short period of time elapsed between the cessation of her life-sustaining functions and her subsequent awakening without the support of said functions.

The patient's ability to speak has shown continuous improvement since the awakening.

This interview was conducted in Solna, Wednesday the 14th of August 2002 at 02.56-03.07.

TB: My name is Tomas. What is your name?

EZ: Eva.

TB: Can you tell me your whole name?

EZ:No.

TB: Can you tell me your last name?

EZ:No.

[Pause]

TB: Can you tell me your first name?

EZ:No.

TB: What is your name?

EZ: Eva.

TB: Eva is your first name.

EZ: Eva is my first name.

TB: Can you tell me your first name?

EZ: Eva.

[Pause]

TB: Do you know where you are right now?

EZ:No.

TB: What does it look like around here?

EZ: Where is here.

TB: Here is the place where Eva is.

EZ:No.

TB: Where is Eva?

EZ: Eva is not here.

TB: You are Eva.

EZ: I am Eva.

TB: Where are you?

[Pause]

EZ: Hospital. A white man. His name is Tomas.

TB: Yes. Where is Eva?

EZ: Eva is not here.

[TB touches EZ's hand]

TB: Whose hand is this?

EZ: Hand. I's hand.

TB: Who is I?

EZ:Tomas.

[Pause]

TB: Who are you?

EZ: I am Eva.

[TB touches EZ's hand]

TB: Whose hand is this?

EZ: Eva…'s hand.

TB: Where is Eva?

EZ: Eva is here.

[Pause] No.

TB: What does it look like where Eva is?

EZ:No.

[Pause]

TB: Can I speak with Eva?

EZ:No.

TB: What do your eyes see?

EZ: A wall. A room. A man. His name is Tomas.

TB: What do Eva's eyes see?

EZ: Eva has no eyes.

TB: Eva has no eyes?

EZ: Eva cannot see.

[Pause]

TB: What can Eva hear?

EZ: Eva cannot hear.

TB: Does Eva understand what I say?

[Pause]

EZ:Yes.

TB: Can I speak with Eva?

EZ:No.

TB: Why can't I talk to Eva?

EZ: Eva has no… mouth. Eva afraid.

[Pause]

TB: Why is Eva afraid? [Pause]

Can you tell me why Eva is afraid?

EZ: Eva stay.

TB: Does Eva want to stay where she is?

EZ:Yes.

TB: What is Eva afraid of?

EZ:No.

[EZ shakes her head violently.]

After this EZ refuses to answer any further questions.

The Heath 03.48

On the night bus to Tensta, Flora checked her voicemail and saw that Elvy had called five times. She immediately dialled her number.

'Hi, it's me… '

A strong exhalation on the other end hissed in Flora's ear.

'My dear child! Is everything all right?'

'Yes. Why?'

'I don't know, I just thought… I've been trying to call.'

'I wasn't allowed to have my mobile on in the ambulance.'

'No, of course… ' Flora could imagine Elvy slapping her forehead lightly, 'of course not. How silly of me.'

There was silence for a couple of seconds. The dark floors of Rissnes apartment buildings glided by outside the window.

'Nana? You heard him too, didn't you?'

'Yes.'

'The minister didn't notice anything. And you couldn't see it on Gramps. He was just lying there.'

Silence again. Flora took her walkman out of her bag. It was such an ancient model that you had to take the cassette out and turn it to switch sides. She flipped the tape over from Holy Wood to Antichrist Superstar. Then she waited.

'I…thought I saw something,' Elvy said finally.

'What?'

Elvy hesitated for two seconds and then said, 'I just wanted to hear that everything was all right with you. Are you on a bus?'

'Yes.'

Flora didn't add anything, and Elvy had run out of questions. They ended the conversation with a promise to be in touch the next day. Flora curled up in the corner of one of the seats, put the earpieces in and pushed play, leaned her head against the window and closed her eyes.

We hate love… we love hate… we hate love…

After the bus let her off at Tensta centrum she had to walk a kilometre. The Akalla path brought her almost the whole way, but on the last bit across the jarva field there were no trails other than those that the construction machines had left behind ten years earlier, and even they were returning to nature now.

She came up on a hill and looked out across the Heath. A hint of dawn brought the grey buildings out in sharp relief. She had been here at night once before, this spring. In the full dark she hadn't been able to make out the city at all from this vantage point. It had been present only as suggestion, a change in the soundscape.

There were no street lights, no lamps on in any windows, neither power, water nor drains had been laid all the way. They had never gotten that far.

As Flora walked down the slope with 'Tourniquet' winding through her ears, dawn slowly turned up its light and glinted in the few windows that remained unbroken. Until a few years ago the area-in theory still a construction site-had been enclosed by a fence but since the residents of the Heath created new entrances for the umpteenth time it had finally been left as it was. Large parts of the fence had had other uses found for them, and what was left lay fallen, scattered in the grass.