Purgatory

Chapter 5

John looked around his new room with distaste.  It was like the tiny dorm room he had stayed in at Harvard.  There were two twin beds on opposite sides of the room.  There were only a couple tiny little bookshelves for each person.  The bookshelves didn’t even come with books.  Not even a dictionary.  There was a wooden desk by a floor lamp and that was it.  John’s attitude deflated a little bit.  This was not how he pictured heaven, but then again, this was purgatory.  Weren’t good guys supposed to go to heaven?  He had pictured the afterlife as a beach mansion, where he lived surrounded by supermodels.  Definitely not this drab, dorm-like room.  Not to mention his roommate, George.  

George was just plain weird.  He had weapons everywhere.  Swords on the walls, guns on racks, and even a 9mm pistol inside his camo sleeping bag.  Yes, this guy put a camo sleeping bag on top of his mattress, completely ignoring the covers.  George himself was scary looking.  He was incredibly tan, had muscles that would make any bodybuilder envious, small dark eyes, and not to mention that he was bald.  George seemed to always be scowling, like he disapproved of it all.  George sat down on his camo bedsheets and gave John the evil eye.  In fear, John scurried over to his side of the room and began to unpack.

George scowled.  His new roomate was a tiny guy with a bowl cut.  He was dressed in a button down shirt, tie, and dress pants.  This kid also had some of the shiniest shoes known to man.  George smiled.  The kid probably wouldn’t try to kill him in his sleep.  Honestly, John was just confusing.  He didn’t have any  weapons, zero muscle mass, and a totally impractical outfit.  The kid had an almost child like face with little blue eyes.  

“John certainly has a lot of computers,” George thought.  He had already filled up his shelves and was now stacking them under his bed, in the desk, pretty much anywhere.  It was like a technology warehouse over there.  He even had old routers under his bed.  There were flashing lights everywhere, almost like his side of the room was a giant christmas tree.  George had to respect a man with technology.  If it weren’t for the engineers back at the base, his ass would have been fried multiple times.  He looked at his specially made, water proof, bullet proof, gravity proof watch, and the time read 4:45.

George heaved himself off the bed and gestured towards John.  “Come on,” George said.  “We don’t want to be late.”  The kid walked over to him, smiled and said “Hi, I’m John, nice to meet you!” as he held out his hand.  George took the handshake, grinning.  The kid had a firm shake.  George could respect a man with a firm handshake.  “Lets get going,” George called as the began walking down the road towards the diner.  Maybe John would be an ok roommate, besides his lack of weapons, but George could help with that.