in the new electric razors didn’t last more than a couple of hours. He had another twenty boxes of new razors to go through before he would have to start using regular blade razors. He had hundreds of replacement blades for those razors, but he enjoyed the idea of using the electric shavers while they lasted.
He guessed it was because they gave him a little of his old life to hang on to.
Now that he was cleaned up, Tony went back to the food shelves and selected a box of sugar wafers and a bottle of cherry juice for his breakfast.
He was half way through the pack of wafers when he stopped and twisted around to look at the label in the back of his new jogging pants. Size thirty-six. He smiled. For as long as he could remember he had worn size thirty-four.
He thought and then smiled. “Maybe I should start eating items from the health food shelves for a while.”
He laughed to himself as he finished his sugar wafers and drank the last of the cherry juice.
When he was done with breakfast, he dipped his Pirate mug in the bucket of fresh water and took a long drink of water to wash the sweet taste from his mouth.
He slid the last empty bucket under the drain pipe.
The water was now running out of the pipe at a slow drip.
He stood back and looked at the three full buckets. He had enough water to last him a week or more.
He took one more long drink of the cool water. Water always tasted good, but never as good as when he first collected it. It would be warm the next time he got a drink. It always tasted so fresh and cool when he first filled the bucket.
Tony sat his mug next to the buckets and headed for the sporting good shelves. He picked up another two boxes of pellets and started to climb back up to the office.
Now that he was clean and his stomach was full, he hoped he would be able to be more patient with his shots at the dead.
“It would be good if I could maybe take out forty or more of them today.” He thought. He would try not to waste so many shots at Farmer George today.
He climbed the rungs up to the office and went inside. Today he brought an aluminum lawn chair up to the office with him. He had slung it over his right arm before he started his climb. The chair was light but it was awkward climbing with the chair moving around on his arm. It was difficult climbing and he thought about letting it drop back down to the warehouse floor a few times. He held on and finally managed to get it with him to the top. He slid it onto the ledge and climbed up after it.
He took the chair and sat it near the corner of the window after unfolding it. The plastic slats were comfortable and Tony sat for a while and enjoyed the comfort of the chair before getting down to business.
Finally he picked up his pellet gun and dumped half the box of pellets into the gun. He looked down from his window and picked out his first target.
He began firing. Thup! Thup! Thup!
He aimed carefully each time before he fired. He took his time today. He tried to keep a mental count of the number of targets that had gone down. He lost count at around thirty-five. With the number of the dead lying in the mud from yesterday, it was too hard to try to recount how many of the dead he had eliminated today. He however felt that he had made good progress today.
Tony had finished off both boxes of pellets and propped the gun against the wall next to the window.
He leaned back in the soft plastic slats of the chair and relaxed.
He thought how strange it was that he was able to relax with so much death around him and after all the horror he had seen. He wondered if there was something wrong with him. How could he sit here and feel good about himself with all the death around him?
But he let go of those thoughts. What other choice did he have? Sitting around feeling miserable would not make the world change back. It was what it was. His only options were to go on or to die. Life was shit, but he wasn’t ready to die just yet. He
He guessed it was because they gave him a little of his old life to hang on to.
Now that he was cleaned up, Tony went back to the food shelves and selected a box of sugar wafers and a bottle of cherry juice for his breakfast.
He was half way through the pack of wafers when he stopped and twisted around to look at the label in the back of his new jogging pants. Size thirty-six. He smiled. For as long as he could remember he had worn size thirty-four.
He thought and then smiled. “Maybe I should start eating items from the health food shelves for a while.”
He laughed to himself as he finished his sugar wafers and drank the last of the cherry juice.
When he was done with breakfast, he dipped his Pirate mug in the bucket of fresh water and took a long drink of water to wash the sweet taste from his mouth.
He slid the last empty bucket under the drain pipe.
The water was now running out of the pipe at a slow drip.
He stood back and looked at the three full buckets. He had enough water to last him a week or more.
He took one more long drink of the cool water. Water always tasted good, but never as good as when he first collected it. It would be warm the next time he got a drink. It always tasted so fresh and cool when he first filled the bucket.
Tony sat his mug next to the buckets and headed for the sporting good shelves. He picked up another two boxes of pellets and started to climb back up to the office.
Now that he was clean and his stomach was full, he hoped he would be able to be more patient with his shots at the dead.
“It would be good if I could maybe take out forty or more of them today.” He thought. He would try not to waste so many shots at Farmer George today.
He climbed the rungs up to the office and went inside. Today he brought an aluminum lawn chair up to the office with him. He had slung it over his right arm before he started his climb. The chair was light but it was awkward climbing with the chair moving around on his arm. It was difficult climbing and he thought about letting it drop back down to the warehouse floor a few times. He held on and finally managed to get it with him to the top. He slid it onto the ledge and climbed up after it.
He took the chair and sat it near the corner of the window after unfolding it. The plastic slats were comfortable and Tony sat for a while and enjoyed the comfort of the chair before getting down to business.
Finally he picked up his pellet gun and dumped half the box of pellets into the gun. He looked down from his window and picked out his first target.
He began firing. Thup! Thup! Thup!
He aimed carefully each time before he fired. He took his time today. He tried to keep a mental count of the number of targets that had gone down. He lost count at around thirty-five. With the number of the dead lying in the mud from yesterday, it was too hard to try to recount how many of the dead he had eliminated today. He however felt that he had made good progress today.
Tony had finished off both boxes of pellets and propped the gun against the wall next to the window.
He leaned back in the soft plastic slats of the chair and relaxed.
He thought how strange it was that he was able to relax with so much death around him and after all the horror he had seen. He wondered if there was something wrong with him. How could he sit here and feel good about himself with all the death around him?
But he let go of those thoughts. What other choice did he have? Sitting around feeling miserable would not make the world change back. It was what it was. His only options were to go on or to die. Life was shit, but he wasn’t ready to die just yet. He
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