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An uncomfortable silence. A space janitor story!
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Author:  Zelthar [ Sun Aug 04, 2013 1:15 pm ]
Post subject:  An uncomfortable silence. A space janitor story!
I sit in silence, in staff room alone, sipping my coffee. It doesn't taste very good but what can you expect in a staff room? Not to mention the company that funds this place isn't known for its generosity. I'm hoping for a few more hours of silence but to no avail. I hear a short musical clip and a message appears on the TV.

NEW WORK ORDERS
ACTIVE HYGIENE TECHNICIANS: ROBERT "BOB" WINSLOW.
LOCATION: SECTION EIGHT.

I put down the coffee and leave the silent staff room. It's late (well, as late as a space station gets) and my footsteps echo loudly in the halls. Along the rows of lockers I find mine, "R. Winslow." I put on my hard hat and wedge my feet into those thick yellow honkers. They are heavy but at least "Safety First!" comes to mind. I look to the company poster on the wall "BLACK EAGLE CORPORATION: SOLVING HUMANITIES PROBLEMS." Yeah right. I've been using the same safety respirator for weeks now. Definitely not safe. Ready for work I suppose. I make way for the elevators opposite the hall. Still so very silent.

Why is that bothering me?

"Hiss" go the elevator doors and I step inside. I make my selection "Section Eight." A red message appears saying "RESTRICTED ACCESS, PLEASE SLIDE APPROPRIATE CARD." I slide my card and a series of blips confirms and accepts.

Again in silence I wait for the elevator to reach my beloved Section Eight.

With a hiss the doors reveal my playground. Another hallway full of vents and metal walls. Except this time I see trash on the floor. Along the wall a bunch of posts for groups and info are located on a bulletin board. This must be wear all the workers eat their shit Chinese food. I look down at the trash, plenty of Chinese cartons. Fun times for me. Luckily for me Black Eagle Corporation provides. The button on the wall produces a good sized biohazard bin. After removing the trash the other wonderful things these people were too lazy to remove themselves I set to cleaning the floor.

Still quiet.

As wonderful these bins are the Black Eagle Corporation comes up short. "Splish swash" goes my mop. A mop. A silly hand operated tool that still exists even in space. All the technology in the world can't create a better mop?!

CLANG.

The sound echoes off the walls and into my ears. I look up, searching the end of the hallway for something to see. Nothing but the flickering darkness of a malfunctioning light. It should have been fixed last shift. It would have. Was that light the noise I heard? I look around the hallway and realize it is dark. Darker than it should be.

I don't feel right being here. I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stiffen as terror starts to creep in. Surely there is nothing here but myself.

Just silence.

I feel overwhelmed by the silence and resolve to confront my fears. Mop in hand, I near the end of the hallway. As I'm turn the corner a stench enters my nose. It smells like meat. Meat that has been sitting out too long. What could be-Oh my god. The sight is as bad as the smell. It's a human, or at least was a human. I can feel my dinner coming back up. I can't control it and make a mess on the floor. As I try to compose myself I hear a low growl. I slowly look up past the once human corpse. In the too dark hallway I see a pair of glowing white eyes.

I knew it was too silent.
Author:  Black Eagle [ Sun Aug 04, 2013 2:03 pm ]
Post subject:  Re: An uncomfortable silence. A space janitor story!
Hahaha, that was fun! ;)

I like the company name: "Black Eagle Corporation". :P

Poor guy, could have used a partner. Or maybe that was him with the white eyes. :think:
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