Sam Williams - Tales from the Swollen Corpse

It was fing raining, fing raining. Heather had asked if I brought a jacket when she had dropped me off, sometimes shes more of a mom than a girlfriend. I told her I would be working the front, so it didnt matter. But nope, it was fucking raining and Barb sent me straight to garden as soon as I clocked in. It wasnt pouring, really more of a mist. But it was cold, wet, and gray.

I told Dan, if it got any worse I was closing up early, screw Barb. Dan was a good guy to work with. He was a little older and a bit of a burn out, but easy going. It had been thirty minutes since the last customer. I couldnt leave the register so I had been watching Dan enthusiastically stack the fertilizer bags. Suddenly he stopped and looked up at the sky. I looked to see what he was looking at. Earlier it had been a solid gray, no clouds, just a grayish mist as far as the eye could see. But now there was an orange glow way up there.

Thats crazy. Dan said, slack jawed.

I know, think its the sun trying to break through? I asked.

Awfully late for the sun to be out. Dan shrugged then got back to stacking.

Suddenly the garden register phone rang. It was Barb, There was supposed to be some real bad weather coming in, she said to go ahead and close up and come to the front. I told Dan what Barb said. He said he would lock up but asked if I could go tell the dude in the back we were closing up on the way out. Thought we were empty. I said.

Nope, some dude in a suits been hanging out in the back by the cinder blocks for an hour. Dan said.

I walked past the ferns and saplings. Looking up, I noticed the lights were on now. Through the open space above a stack of bricks I saw the brown pants leg of a man standing in the next aisle. Walking around an end-cap displaying grass seed, I saw the man. I knew something was wrong. Mister, were closing the garden center, please bring your purchases inside when youre ready. There was a pause, then he slowly turned to face me. When he turned completely, I saw something my brain couldnt accept. The part of me thats always slow to catch up, wanted to ask if the guy was ok. The smarter part of me took over and started screaming like a little girl.

The thing in front of me was a corpse, and with no mistake, it had been dead for a very long time, until recently that is. This thing was ugly as the suit it had been buried in. I was about to run when I heard laughing from behind me, it was Dan.

Dude, you are screaming like a holy shit. Dan was standing next to me. He was looking at the thing in bewilderment.

I stopped screaming and almost snickered to myself when I looked at Dan. Hes got the same look Digger used give the screen door. Digger was the best dog I ever had but he wasnt quite right. Sometimes he would come running full speed to come in but the screen door would be shut, bam. After he bounced back a few feet, he would just sit there with his head cocked back and that same look of confusion that Dans had.

Dude, I think we need to go inside. Dan said without taking his eyes off the thing.

I think youre right. You got the keys? Before Dan could answer the thing lifted its arms to reach for us, baring its rotted teeth. Dan and I needed no other encouragement. We bolted for the door, hollering the whole way. Inside, franticly I reached for the switch to turn off the automatic doors. He and I pushed the doors closed. Dan pulled the keys out of his pocket and locked it.

We stood there looking out the door in terror. A minute went by, then a few more. Fear turned to curiosity. We both pushed our faces against the glass wide eyed, looking for another glimpse of the walking corpse. Then out of the shadows came a foot, then a leg, and it came into view. Even behind the safety of the door we were both ready to split. After a few more minutes it still hadnt made it to the door.

Dead guys lagging, Dude. Dan said, still staring out the glass.

I am going to go get Barb. I said, putting my hand on Dans shoulder.

Cool. Ill keep an eye on him. Dan looked mesmerized.

I did a walking-jog past electrical and plumbing up to the front registers. Nicole was working the self checkout. She was the only hot girl that worked here. I joked to myself someone must have told her, because she was very aware of it. With no customers, she sat busy texting as usual.

Hey Nicole, you seen Barb? I dont think my voice reflected the urgency because she ignored me. Hey! That got her attention.

What? Shes over talking to Hector in lumber. She glared at me before going back to her phone. Probably typing away about how rudely she was interrupted.

I saw Barb walking my direction from lumber. I would recognize the overall and plaid shirt combo anywhere. Nicole and some of the part-time high schoolers liked to make cracks about Barb and hated getting her shift. She could be a tough manager but I respected Barb. Unlike some of the other dip shits, she knew her stuff, and unlike the others, if we were short handed she didnt hide in the office. Besides that, she was six foot tall and I once saw her unload a pallet of fifty pound concrete bags in under four minutes. Her upper arms were as big as my thigh, and those overalls bore the weight of an immense rack, which for some reason shamefully fascinated me.

Hey kid, you ready to work now? She hollered as soon as she saw me.

Barb, you got to come to the garden entrance, theres something you need to see. I must have looked pretty frazzled because her face went straight to concern.

She asked what the problem was and I told her that I just had to show her. As we walked past the registers Nicole hid her phone too slowly. Barb yelled over to her to stock the bags while were slow. At the side entrance, I saw Dan. He had turned away from the door and was leaning against a pallet rack. As I got closer, I could see he had been crying, he wasnt bawling but you could tell.

What happened? I couldnt imagine what would make Dan cry.

Hes eating Bob. Dan said, turning so I wouldnt see his eyes tearing up again.

Bob was the name of a stray cat that hung around the garden center. I am not sure who named him that. He had been part of this place long before me. I walked to the glass doors and stood by Barb. She was standing there with the same mystified look Dan and I shared earlier. Sure enough, not more than a foot from the door was the dead guy. He had the cat in both hands and was digging into it like a kid with a slice of watermelon, guts and muck dripping from his face.

What the heck? Barb said, standing there staring at the thing which seemed to be staring back.

It was creeping me out, so I turned just in time to hear Nicole call over the intercom:

572, 571 whats the damn code for a managerFuck! Someone get up here now!

Barb looked over at me, Nicole didnt just Shaking her head, she turned around waving us along. Guys, make sure that doors locked and come with me.

Sprinting by Barb, I could see two people by the front, they were watching something. I passed old Larry who was on the phone in the customer service counter.

He looked white as a sheet and yelled as I went by, Hey, you got a cell phone with you? Try calling 911. I cant get through!

I shook my head. Going around the corner, I stopped by the two people who turned out to be customers. They were standing and watching, from a safe distance, an insane scene. At a register, Nicole was crying and screaming. She was holding herself up with the help of a checkout counter. One of her legs was stretched out in front. On the ground and latched onto Nicoles leg by its teeth, was a nasty bloated woman with white eyes. Her grip was relentless and she was stinking up the place. The bloated womans legs were twisted and mangled. I could see a trail where she had crawled in. Hector was standing over her yelling and kicking. The kicks only seemed to make the womans fat shift oddly and make Nicole scream louder.