Wilson Zen Heidenburough's body lay on the ground until nightfall, when an innocent traveller looking for gas pulled into the station. The woman who stepped out of her car was terrified to find him at her feet. She hysterically dialed 9-1-1 and cowered in her car, afraid that there was a murderer on the loose.
About ten minutes later she heard a dull rumbling noise. At first she assumed it was the police, or maybe a truck of some sort. But as the growling got louder she knew that it was something much more serious.
She cautiously looked out the window of her car. There was nothing visible through her open car windows. The gas station was just... normal.
It occured to her to check out the other window, so she turned around just as the slug pounced on her, starving.
Five minutes later the slug was no longer hungry.
. . .
Always striving for fast service, 9-1-1 was frantic when they found out how long it would take to get to that woman. They set out immediately.
15 minutes later, a few police officers arrived and found nothing.
Until they looked down.
At which point they noticed the woman's body on the ground, and all screamed really loudly, mainly because the reason they had looked down was because a few officers had felt something... bumpy... on the ground.
Then, cowering and recovering their wits, they made a few calls. Hopefully the woman's body would be removed soon. All was well.
And then...
They stepped on Wilson Zen Heidenburough.
"AAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!"
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Slugs: A Story
Ficción GeneralWilson Zen Heidenburough is a mathematician who finds a job in a company producing glue. He doesn't know where the glue comes from, though...
