hungerstrike.
“what did i get myself into now?” thats all i kept thinking this morning. i knew it wasnt going to be a good day the moment i woke up.my eyes opened and i immediately had that digusting taste in the back of my mouth like i had been sucking on an ash tray all night. i went through my morning routine,pacing back and forth,telling myself that today was the day i was gonna get my shit together and look for a different job. “i can do more with myself.you deserve better josh.” i even did that whole pathetic process of telling myself what i was gonna say to my boss by saying it in the mirror…i mean really guy? youre 29 years old for christ’s sake.get.it.together.ok,enough self loathing, off to work.time to suck it up.
i was never much of a radio person,but since i saw everybody and their brother on the roads i figured i’d check for some sort of traffic jam update or some shit.i scan a few stations and what do i get? nada.bunch of stupid ass static.oh well.back to my ipod it is.there are some serious idiots on the road today.ive seen at least two accidents on my way to work,and i only live about 4-5 miles away from my job.oh well,i do live in new jersey.it is what it is.on the bright side it does look like its gonna be sunny today.i stroll into work and nobody’s there…hmm….did i miss something? i survey the area….call out a name or two “john?….steve?….helllooooo?” oh well.i guess ill head home.they must have closed for that ceiling job they were talking about and told me about it when i wasnt paying attention.sounds right,i hardly pay attention here. wait…i see cheryl from accounting lemme ask her whats going on,she might have a clue.i shoulda got breakfast im starting to get hungry.”hey cheryl…”
christ i must have fainted from not eating because i woke up in cheryls offce in her desk chair.she was gone but left the light on for me.cute. oh well ill just get up and go….fuck man,i must be getting old,my back is sore as shit.maybe i should take one of those “one-a-day” vitmains that they show all those happy old guys taking on tv.pricks. i made my way towards my car when i heard someone yell my name,then i heard a gunshot.not sure exactly who or what had been shot, all i knew is i saw my coworker john with blood on his shirt mumbling something to himself as he was waving his arms at me.he asked me if i was ok and i told him i was fine of course,well outside of my back being sore.he just stood there for a second looking at me.i could feel myself getting a little faint again,apparently i was on my period or something because i was feeling very weak.and then i hit the floor for the second time today.
the next time i was “awake” i wasnt laying anywhere or in an office chair i was already moving.i was across the street from my job in a grassy field. i looked down and noticed my shirt has covered in blood. i didnt see a cut anywhere on my hands or arms so in my mind it was officially time to panic.i stopped to figure out what was going on but by the time i stopped and started checking myself out for wounds or anything to help me figure out why i was covered in blood i already heard more people yelling at me.they didnt look too happy with me,and they had guns.i hope they didnt expect money,because my ass is broke.i blame that on one too many nights out at the bar though.so after i noticed that this mob of firearm wielding goons were coming after me i did the only logical thing…i took off.i hope these guys knew i was a world class runner in college…well at least i thought so.fuck the olympics.
“just keep moving” is all i could tell myself. of course i picked today to wear skinny jeans.i could start a fucking forrest fire with all the friction going on below my waist. my hamstrings were on fire.i felt like i had been running for days,but it had only been about 15 minutes at the most.i was hearing gunshots and car alarms in the atmosphere.i just chalked it up to living in trenton.its not the best area in the state.i lost the goons and made my way back to my apartment.i scurried in to hide and hopefully figure out what the fucks been going on all day.all this moving around made me lose my appetite.it looks like someone broke into my apartment.”great”.just what i need today.a home invasion.puttin the ol’ cherry on the “fuck me right?” sundae. the tv was still there at least. the prick even had the decency to leave it on. channel 6 six.blow me. wait…over 400 people died today? what the hell happened? did we get attacked al qaeda again? fuckin terrorists.
i saw my neighbor rick outside and man was he acting weird. he looked like he was in the damn “thriller” video.he looked all emaciated and withered away. im not bothering him. prolly has cancer or something.i wonder if those goons are gonna come looking for me.i wonder what i did to piss them off.maybe this is just a bad dream.oh well.im home now,im not gonna sweat it.im just gonna lay back in bed and forget any of this even happened today.then the lights went out…
i wasnt dreaming that day.i was just very oblivious as to what was going on around me.i was what many experts would call “undead” there had been some sort of chemical leak from the power plant that had caused what the news was calling an “outbreak” or an “epidemic” people were killing each other then coming back to life,not sure how,but they were.and thats what happened to me.cheryl had attacked me at work. ate half of my rib cage too.i couldnt tell any difference though.i wasnt alive,or capable of feeling pain. hence the first gunshot i heard.it was at me.i took it right in the heart,and didnt even know it,and then i killed john.i just blocked it out of my head.thats why i didnt remember it. the government had a tactical unit in the area to “eliminate” the problem.smug bastards. and thats what they did to me.chased me down and waited for me to shuffle back home.they put two in my head.one for the kill,and one for good measure.i knew i should have just stayed home and taken a sick day….
