As I piled one box after another of some distasteful cereal called
Fuck-O’s with Ear Ache smashing empty boxes with his face behind me neither one
of us even thought that the night was about to take the turn it was about to.
“Tourney! Over here!” Cutter calls from across the aisle, earning
a perked ear and an exasperated sigh as I wandered over to him. “What is it?” I
query and Cutter immediately stands up straight and flashes a quick salute.
“Supervisor has ordered you and Ear Ache to move to intimates!” He shouts and
smiles, leaving me with a raised eyebrow. “Now why would she ask that? I’ve
never worked that aisle, and Ear Ache, well he hasn’t worked it since he
started eating the tampons.”
Cutter just shrugs before patting my head. “Well it’s not my call,
I’m just the bloody messenger, the Supervisor just decided you were the best
replacement since the chick already working that aisle decapitated the other
employee she was working with.” I’m feeling the steady frown on my face swiftly
increase in volume. “Well isn’t that great…” I mutter and Cutter laughs.
“I’m sure you’ll have fun! Now if you excuse me, I get to go tell
the fuck in aisle ten that he’s fired!” Cutter whips out a pistol from his pants
and cocks it with a wicked grin. “This is my favourite part of every shift.” He
chuckles before taking off.
“Well I guess we better get our arses to intimates.” I growl in
annoyance as I turn to Ear Ache who had already started eating the Fruit Loops, box and all. At my words he stops chewing on the box that hung half opened in
his mouth, uttering a shrill scream and he was then lumbering after me as I
started towards aisle fourteen without a word.
Upon passing aisle ten and getting a good glimpse of Cutter
sodomizing the corpse of an employee whose brains had been sprayed all over the
canned food I couldn’t help but rub my neck anxiously at the thought of what
awaited me. A few more aisles down and my fears are only solidified as I come upon
the Janitors that kept Every Mart in it’s… err… pristine state.
Goblyn, Troll, Oger, Golemn and Redcap; the tight-knit group of
janitors who do the jobs that every other employee would rather slit their own
wrists than take part in. The worst part about them though would have to be the
grotesque enjoyment they contrive in mopping up the bile and liquids left
behind from diseased victims or from one of the many accidental mishaps that
occur within the store on a daily basis.
Best that they stay close to one another because it’s highly
doubtful that anyone would actually call on them unless it was to report a
cleanup in aisle four. A sad truth but otherwise just another example of just
how cookie cutter the workplace is to a high school.
Back on track, I stopped for a moment to let the group stumble
passed, Golemn, the largest, pushing the enormous mop bucket whilst Troll and
Goblyn hung from its sides lashing out at anything that got close. Oger
thundered by with a slim body bag slumped over his shoulder and Redcap sneered
at me as he walked by, accentuating my odds of survival by tracing his finger
over his irritated throat.
Ear Ache puffed out his chest behind me and Redcap’s eyes widened
and he quickly whipped around and strode after his fellow janitors, barking
insults at the smaller two to stop tearing at passing victims lest they wanted
to follow after them and clean up the trail of blood their oozing wounds would
leave behind.
I rounded my shoulders and steadied my breath before continuing on
my way into the intimate’s aisle, my eyes looking passed all the missed blood
spatter and lump of vein to lock onto the smirking lips of the one employee I
never wanted to be paired up with.
The new chick.
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