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charisstoma) wrote2013-07-17 04:27 pm
charisstoma) wrote2013-07-17 04:27 pm
Another Day, Another Stiff Corpse
Title: Another Day, Another Stiff Corpse
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 708
Continues from here
“What do you mean that I’m dead? I’ve a presentation to do today at 3:00. I can talk and move; I feel fine.”
Thomas Gene Johnson wasn’t taking this well, Edgar thought, or he was taking this far too well. He looked over at his boss for guidance, who still was standing rather than sitting in the comfy padded chair. Amusement flitted across his face and Henry flipped him off discretely. Someone’s ‘Mary doesn’t Sunshine down there’ still ached from last night.
“Mr. Johnson, I realize that this is unexpected and we encourage you to continue with your life but there’s a period of adjustment and things that need doing before,” Henry smiled, “you can do that. In short you need a short vacation or call in sick. You need preservation and time to wrap your mind around your change in life to zombie.”
There was considerable resistance in their new client’s face, “The presentation is at 3:00, either get my preservation done sooner so I can be at that meeting or you’ll have to wait.”
“The preservation can not be rushed, not if it’s to be done correctly. You do want to retain your appearance to at least resemble the way you were before,” Henry paused, “accident.”
Johnson snorted, “Accident. Some greenish looking guy jumps out of an alley and starts trying to eat through my skull before your guys appear and pull him off my body. I could sue.”
“That greenish looking guy? He was too busy to get the procedure of preservation done properly. Drove him into stage 4 zombie. He’s just short of stage 5 which is when we take care of the problem permanently. A little time now will prevent you becoming like Horace later. There’s a chance it won’t go that way with you but do you really want to take that chance?” Edgar projected a ‘let’s get this out of the way’ attitude.
Henry handed Mr. Johnson his cell phone, “Call your people and have them reschedule for sometime next week. We’re talking about the rest of your undead life.”
They listened as Mr. Johnson put his life on hold, setting up details so that he had until the end of next week. Hopefully that would be enough. It probably would be with the way the man ran his life before Horace interrupted things. They left him in the hands of the preservation department for his initial soaking.
“Horace usually go for the bite at the top of the spine like that?” Edgar asked.
Sighing, “Yes. We’re starting to think that he or someone else here’s on payroll to some B-grade movie industry mogul to turn out new porn stars. He gets loose at a fairly predictable time gap.”
“So then it wasn’t that you admired my stiff upper attitude, there’s been others that Horace has changed,” Edgar looked a bit lost.
“Oh I definitely love your stiff attitude,” Henry slid his arms around Edgar inside his suit coat, “but there was something more about you.”
Looking in his cute boss’ eyes, “What?”
Secretive smile curving his lips Henry whispered in his ear, “You drove me crazy,” before kissing him there. He wasn’t about to say that he’d checked out all Edgar’s physical assets during that time when zombie bite victims were unconscious. Whoever was releasing Horace did their research well. Ed was perfect for him in every way right up to and including his stiff upper attitude. Mr. Johnson was more than likely also handpicked. Someone in their company was a zombie matchmaker. Uncle Robert would have to be told and they’d have to keep an eye on who did the scoop up of Thomas Gene Johnson after the fact.
“There’s another about ready to come out of post-bite,” he said, “by the time she’s done we can go home. I’ve got some payback coming and I know just how to collect.” Henry moved his hand down under cover of Edgar’s suit to tease a finger up and down into the top of Ed’s cleavage, smiling as Edgar shivered. Ed was perfect for him and he’d have to say thank you at some point to whoever had set Horace free before turning that person over to Uncle Robert’s tender mercies.
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 708
Continues from here
“What do you mean that I’m dead? I’ve a presentation to do today at 3:00. I can talk and move; I feel fine.”
Thomas Gene Johnson wasn’t taking this well, Edgar thought, or he was taking this far too well. He looked over at his boss for guidance, who still was standing rather than sitting in the comfy padded chair. Amusement flitted across his face and Henry flipped him off discretely. Someone’s ‘Mary doesn’t Sunshine down there’ still ached from last night.
“Mr. Johnson, I realize that this is unexpected and we encourage you to continue with your life but there’s a period of adjustment and things that need doing before,” Henry smiled, “you can do that. In short you need a short vacation or call in sick. You need preservation and time to wrap your mind around your change in life to zombie.”
There was considerable resistance in their new client’s face, “The presentation is at 3:00, either get my preservation done sooner so I can be at that meeting or you’ll have to wait.”
“The preservation can not be rushed, not if it’s to be done correctly. You do want to retain your appearance to at least resemble the way you were before,” Henry paused, “accident.”
Johnson snorted, “Accident. Some greenish looking guy jumps out of an alley and starts trying to eat through my skull before your guys appear and pull him off my body. I could sue.”
“That greenish looking guy? He was too busy to get the procedure of preservation done properly. Drove him into stage 4 zombie. He’s just short of stage 5 which is when we take care of the problem permanently. A little time now will prevent you becoming like Horace later. There’s a chance it won’t go that way with you but do you really want to take that chance?” Edgar projected a ‘let’s get this out of the way’ attitude.
Henry handed Mr. Johnson his cell phone, “Call your people and have them reschedule for sometime next week. We’re talking about the rest of your undead life.”
They listened as Mr. Johnson put his life on hold, setting up details so that he had until the end of next week. Hopefully that would be enough. It probably would be with the way the man ran his life before Horace interrupted things. They left him in the hands of the preservation department for his initial soaking.
“Horace usually go for the bite at the top of the spine like that?” Edgar asked.
Sighing, “Yes. We’re starting to think that he or someone else here’s on payroll to some B-grade movie industry mogul to turn out new porn stars. He gets loose at a fairly predictable time gap.”
“So then it wasn’t that you admired my stiff upper attitude, there’s been others that Horace has changed,” Edgar looked a bit lost.
“Oh I definitely love your stiff attitude,” Henry slid his arms around Edgar inside his suit coat, “but there was something more about you.”
Looking in his cute boss’ eyes, “What?”
Secretive smile curving his lips Henry whispered in his ear, “You drove me crazy,” before kissing him there. He wasn’t about to say that he’d checked out all Edgar’s physical assets during that time when zombie bite victims were unconscious. Whoever was releasing Horace did their research well. Ed was perfect for him in every way right up to and including his stiff upper attitude. Mr. Johnson was more than likely also handpicked. Someone in their company was a zombie matchmaker. Uncle Robert would have to be told and they’d have to keep an eye on who did the scoop up of Thomas Gene Johnson after the fact.
“There’s another about ready to come out of post-bite,” he said, “by the time she’s done we can go home. I’ve got some payback coming and I know just how to collect.” Henry moved his hand down under cover of Edgar’s suit to tease a finger up and down into the top of Ed’s cleavage, smiling as Edgar shivered. Ed was perfect for him and he’d have to say thank you at some point to whoever had set Horace free before turning that person over to Uncle Robert’s tender mercies.