In my previous life, getting to work was no major deal for me.
The average time for me to arrive to work by car was about 25 minutes.
When my car broke down and I had borrowed my neighbors bicycle, it took
me roughly 50 minutes to get to work.Once I had to walk to work, it had
took me an hour and a half to get there.
Being undead, it took Todd two days to get to work. I personally didn't
want to go to work, it is on the bottom of my list but here is my brain
dead self, slowly shuffling to work like a man on a mission.
Being outside is a big plus compared to being trapped bathroom for
couple of weeks. Here at least I can watch the world go by, unlike my
bathroom where I spent my time singing, saying why me, talking Topp, and
trying to move objects with my mind like that movie Ghost that my wife
had made me watch once.
The things that I had seen along the way was a lot of empty buildings, a
few up turned cars, some dried blood on the road. Nothing too exciting,
oh, I did see a few birds fly over us, which made Topp stop to stare at
them but then continued moving. I also saw a few zombies, One was
staring inside a house window, one was ran over but was dragging it's
upper torso along the road with it remaining arm in the same direction
that Topp was also heading. The last one, was standing on top of a gas
station with the same blank stare as Topp. It watched it as we shuffled
past, I wondered how it managed to get on top for I never seen a ladder
that could get you up there.
My concern during our journey was what would i do if Todd get's his
hands on another human. Knowing I have no control over him and not able
to warn any one makes an idol witness, Sure I could look away but i
can't cover my ears. The thought of listening to screams of pain and
pleas shiver me to my specter core and this was in my thoughts for the
remaining time until I saw my store for a distance and then the large
crowd all around the mall across the street.
As we got closer, I could hear the buzz of noises coming from the undead
crowd. Disturbing noises like chattering teeth, moaning, foot steps but
that didn't scare me, it was the fumes that were bouncing off each
other like they were all covered in gasoline moving from body to body in
the faint outline like myself. Thank fully, Todd didn't seem to be
interested in joining the crowd and went to my store.
Todd moved to the entrance where I saw a familiar face standing at the
door way. It was Tom, "The void" we use to called him, as in If you talk
to him he suck you in, talking about his favourite tv shows like buffy
the vampire slayer and battle star galatica, Not the new one, the old
one because the old one was WAY better for some reason.
Tom is not a bad guy, he just a guy in his early 60s, his wife had died
from breast cancer and he is on back disability and from my
observations, he is very lonely and have no friends or relatives. He
always wore his old navy hat and his gray smoking jacket and blue jeans.
Every morning he would wait for the store to open, shop around and if
he didn't find any thing interesting he would then follow a manager or
supervisior around for 3 hours then go to the book store next door.
Tom looked different then I had seen him, a part from being a zombie and
missing his navy hat, the side of his face looked chewed off and I can
see part of his brain leaking from his opened skull. Tom ignored Todd
and stared at the doors. I watched as Todd stood near the exit door that
was left open and stood there, staring in.
I floated around Todd and Tom, studying the situation and until I
noticed Tom's wrist watch and took a look. It was almost 10:00am, That
is when the store opens for the day. Todd shuffled in and then Tom
followed.
As I walked in the gloomy dark store I noticed a few other undead but
they seem to be busy, either sitting on the chairs or walking through
the movie isle. None seem to take interest. Tom loyally followed Todd
down the race track (we call it a race track by the tile pattern the
divides our departments apart) to the back of the warehouse.
Todd pushed the door open and Tom stopped at the door. I watched Tom
stood there, watching us through the window. I swung my attention to
Todd as the invisible rope dragged me on. Todd slowly walked up the
stairs, turn around the corner and then sat heavily at my desk.
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