*Snap* *Snap* *Snap*
As my vision cleared up I was greeted by the sight of Brenda's twig fingers snapping in my face.
She wasn't exactly jumping for joy.
"You useless idiot!!! Do you think we have the time stand around staring off into space?!?!"
She then gave me a quick smack across the face, a cigerette still in her hand.
Luckly it wasn't lit, but it wouldn't of been the first time I got a cigerette burn to the face, far from it actually.
My abundance of burns are usually mistaken for freckles or birth marks.
I quickly straightened out my stance, looking as awake and aware as possible.
For some reason it's been taking me a bit longer to fully recover lately.
Nothing serious though, just mildly annoying.
"Finally, now get to work and finish the job!"
I murmered an apology which she in turn rolled her eyes at and then made my way over to the van.
Uhg. Brenda.
She never helps me with this part even though she easily could. Instead she wastes her time nervousley inhaling puffs of tobacco and glancing at her plastic watch.
I locked up the last of the coffins and then called for Brenda.
"I'm finished" I holared.
Oops, that was kinda loud.
Brenda stormed in my direction and whisper/screamed
"If you don't keep your voice down I'll cut your tongue off!!!"
I quietly murmered another sorry and instead of a your forgiven she smaked me accross the head.
Good old Brenda.
We hurried to the front of the van and drove through the gates.
I looked up at the stary, cloudly sky.
It really was a beautiful night - or wait, is it dawn already?!?
I watched in horror as purple began seeping its way into the dark night sky.
Breanda noticed this too.
"Shit!"
I felt a jolt as she slammed the accelerater.
We quickly arrived find our spots.
It didn't cost too much to bribe the grave digger, Neil.
We're lucky he doesn't ask many questions.
But honestly I think he just doesn't want to know the answers
Brenda stomped on the brakes as I flew out the vehicle.
We have zero time right now.
I ripped the back doors open and began chucking the coffins into thier holes. Huge puffs of dirt clouded the air. I then snatched the shovel Neil left for us and scooped the dirt piles back into thier holes.
How much time did I take to recover this time?!
Brenda began cursing under her breath as a car began pulling into the parking lot.
Helllll
No
A security gaurd hopped out and made his way over to unlock the gates.
We watched, paralized, as he noticed they'd been opened.
"Shit, shit, shit"
Brenda grabbed me by the back of my shirt, tossed me in the van, and drove us to the back entrance of the cemetary.
As the van came to hault I toppled out and bolted to the number lockpad on the gates.
I squinted my eyes shut tight as I slammed my hand on the numbered buttons.
*beeep*
The metal gates squeaked open as I hopped in the van.
Within minutes we were far far far from the graveyard.
