The Undead's Paradise And My Living Nightmare

1: My Normal Life, Yay!...

"I swear, this shift last any longer and I'm gonna be walking around like the undead" Julian Martin said exaggeratingly to me.

I stared blankly out the double doors of the Gamestop and impatiently waited for the clock to strike 4 P.M. I felt like I couldn't stand another second of his whining, but I still fed his response by replying with a emotionless "Eh" and shrugged my shoulders. That gesture alone probably encouraged him way too much.

I looked down at my nametag as if I was annoyed to see my own name. "Forrest Lawrence" it read. I'm 19 year old loser who works at Gamestop with no real desire to move up at all. In fact, I only went and obtained the job just so I could stay caught up on current games and rent them out from the store without paying for them. My plan worked incredibly well until my Mom kicked me out for not helping with bills, and then I went and gathered a few bills on my own in order to put a roof back over my head. Thanks Mom, but I guess you could just call it a lesson in life or some BS like that. I would've perfered my room and more time for games and money. Now, I work all week and still never have money for games.

The phone starts ringing and Julian stares at Forrest with that "I'm not picking that up" stare as if it some how disgusted him to do his job. I could hardly blame him thought because I think I was disgusted. I staggered over and answered the phone with failed enthusiasim, "Hi, thank you for calling Gamestop. This is Forre--"

"What's up you depressed piece of shit?! I'd ask how you are, but you sound like you've been crying in a bathroom all day and your make ups running." The voice interrupted.

I sighed, "What's up Jake? What do you want?"

Jake Frank, A man of many many disturbing words. I'm pretty positive he believes Ryan Reynolds is God and that behaving exactly like him, to your best ability, is the key to extreme and everlasting bliss.

"I want you to come to this party tonight and nail every fucking girl there. Aside from my babe, cause I'm finally hittin' that tonight!" He established confidently.

"Oh yeah, does she know she's getting lucky yet, or is this all in Jake Dreamland?" I snarked back. " I don't really wanna go out so you can fail at picking up women."

"FAIL! You do know who you're talking to right? I banged EVERYONE in our homeroom class senior year!" He exclaimed. "Plus, not once did I ever hear a complaint mister! So please respect you superiors."

I could hear him breathing heavily over the phone like he had just been running. "Are you breathing heavy for a reason I should hop off the phone for?"

"Just did some push ups, hoping my chest will stick out a little more for tonight." He responded seriously. "Man, you have to go. I heard Jennifer Whitehouse was going to be there."

"So?" I pretended to still sound uninterested, but he was quick to call me out. "Don't you 'So?' me you cock blocking virgin twat! I know you've had a crush on this girl since freshman year. So come to this party or I'm gonna bang her instead. Deal?" I have to admit that the fear he might succeed created jealous feelings for a split second in my imagination. "Fine, what time?" I caved.

"Sweet motherload of semen in my ballsack, YES!" He inappropriately shouted so loudly I think a customer heard him from over the phone, because she gave me a disappointed mother look.

I hung up the phone.