Most people are stuck at a dead-end job that they want little to do with during their working hours. They just clock-in, do what they need to do for the day, and clock-out when it’s time. They don’t really care about anything else.
But no matter where you go, there’s always that one coworker that complains just to complain. There’s nothing they can do about the matter, and yet they continue to complain.
And that can easily get under a person’s skin…
“Danny, you were a cool dude, but goddamn it man, you never shut the fuck up.”
I sighed and put my hands on my hips as I looked at Daniel’s lifeless, mangled corpse on the ground. Blood still leaked from it, but most of it landed on the wall upon impact.
I crouched down, grabbing his wrist and checked for a pulse, despite knowing the obvious answer.
“Yep, he’s done for,” I concluded. I let go of his wrist, letting it fall to the ground with a thud.
There’s only one thing left to do: get rid of the evidence.
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