"Sorry Jane, but your shift is over." I quip as I leap forward.
I sprint towards old shambly-boots with my (well, Rob's) ruler thrust out infront of me and before her own decomposing brain can rustle up a witty response I slice into her neck with incredible speed and skill. Blood and ichor spray out from the wound and narrowly miss drenching my spiffy new t-shirt.
It's like I was born to fight the hoards of the undead! Her head doesn't come off entirely but it's enough to take her down and I continue my sprint to freedom.
Go me!
Yeah, that would make for a cool day at work. Well not for Jane of course.
As I giggle to myself I look back to the clock.
Hey, I wasted almost another ten minutes in that little daydream.
That's pretty -
What was that noise?
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