Post by deadman on Aug 12, 2006 16:50:40 GMT -5
Samuel Murphy had had probably the shittiest day in his career today. A block of his native Baltimore had been reduced to a war-zone, and looked like downtown Baghdad. He'd been assigned as part of the clean up crew, and spent the past five hours loading bodies into storage vans rented by the city. There were too many dead to use ambulances, and too much chaos and havoc to utilize normal niceties when concerning them. It was a horrible image, one that would forever haunt Sam, the casual way they heaved the mangled corpses into the vans.
Now he was driving down the interstate separated by a thin piece of plexiglass from a mound of corpses. It smelled putrid: a mixture of the already rotting dead, of feces and of burnt flesh.
Yeah... after this day, he was definitely going to retire. He'd seen a lot of things, but what had happened back there...
A thump in the back of the van made him shudder. The idea that they were just rolling around in their own gore. They'd been terribly mangled, some in pieces. Some pieces with no matching bodies. Most had their heads bashed or cut in. Some where half-burnt, as if digested by something.
Another thump.
He turned around, peering through the glass as best he could while not crashing the vehicle. It was a bit difficult to see with the glare and how dark it was back there.
HONK!
He spun around, gripping the wheel, barely avoiding a car in the opposite lane – he'd accidentally swirved over.
“goddammit man, you're losing it.” He chuckled nervously, adjusting the car appropriately.
Thump.
“okay, now what the hell -” He turned around once more.
There was a face behind the glass. pallid, gaunt, and with red eyes.
Sam screamed, turning the wheel violently to the side and slamming on the brakes. The van vaulted instantly up onto two wheels, and then slammed over completely on it's side. With a roaring screech, it skidded along the highway, drowning out the incoherent screams of it's driver.
When if finally came to a rest, Sam scambled to get his seat belt unbuckled... and struggled... and struggled. God why wouldn't it come undone?
From behind him, he heard the slow ripping of metal. His heart was pounding furiously, creating a hot thrum in his ears. He couldn't breathe.
Move, Sam, move!
At last he got himself up, scrambled out of his window, dropping to the ground and went running as fast as he could. He didn't look back.
He never saw the Dead Man stumble off into the wood.
Now he was driving down the interstate separated by a thin piece of plexiglass from a mound of corpses. It smelled putrid: a mixture of the already rotting dead, of feces and of burnt flesh.
Yeah... after this day, he was definitely going to retire. He'd seen a lot of things, but what had happened back there...
A thump in the back of the van made him shudder. The idea that they were just rolling around in their own gore. They'd been terribly mangled, some in pieces. Some pieces with no matching bodies. Most had their heads bashed or cut in. Some where half-burnt, as if digested by something.
Another thump.
He turned around, peering through the glass as best he could while not crashing the vehicle. It was a bit difficult to see with the glare and how dark it was back there.
HONK!
He spun around, gripping the wheel, barely avoiding a car in the opposite lane – he'd accidentally swirved over.
“goddammit man, you're losing it.” He chuckled nervously, adjusting the car appropriately.
Thump.
“okay, now what the hell -” He turned around once more.
There was a face behind the glass. pallid, gaunt, and with red eyes.
Sam screamed, turning the wheel violently to the side and slamming on the brakes. The van vaulted instantly up onto two wheels, and then slammed over completely on it's side. With a roaring screech, it skidded along the highway, drowning out the incoherent screams of it's driver.
When if finally came to a rest, Sam scambled to get his seat belt unbuckled... and struggled... and struggled. God why wouldn't it come undone?
From behind him, he heard the slow ripping of metal. His heart was pounding furiously, creating a hot thrum in his ears. He couldn't breathe.
Move, Sam, move!
At last he got himself up, scrambled out of his window, dropping to the ground and went running as fast as he could. He didn't look back.
He never saw the Dead Man stumble off into the wood.