Aeronautics Waste Engineer

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Zombies in space? How could you not read this story?

Submitted: June 30, 2010

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Space wasn't always fun, not for everyone. All the flying floating exploring and exhilarating space “walking”, wasn't had by all. I for one thought space was stupid, and I was stupid for coming out here. My Aunt thought it would be good for me to get out of the house for the summer. She knew someone at Space-core who could get me a job. I put my application in and three weeks later I'm orbiting Jupiter, great isn't it? Fuck no.

I shovel shit six days a week ten hours a day. Toilet broke? I'm your man. Dead spacerats stuck behind your hab-heater? That's me. Get your hand stuck in your pressurizing stem? Call me, Ill clean up the blood stained carpets. I am Johnny D, Assistant, Aeronautics Waste Engineer -AWE.

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Mrs. Adrena buzzed on my intra-head com-link, code 42. An emergency, at least once a week Mrs. adrena would buzz with an “emergency” and it was usually nothing more then a clogged sink, usually caused by herself. Her place is 3 levels down on green deck Beta, a nice place albeit a little cramped. I take the service stairs down, on my way I pass two fire teams running up past me probably a false alarm pulled by some kid.

Mrs. Adrena left her door open a crack for me to get in, it stunk a little rancid. Like Old people. “Hello Mrs. Adrena? You sent an emergency message?” no answer so I pushed through the front room into the kitchen. “Clogged sink again?”. I can hear rustling coming from the bathroom but like hell I'm going in there, last thing I need is to spot a naked granny today. I knock twice, more rustling and now some grunting. “Uh... Mrs. Adrena? You alright in there?”. Fucking hell what am I suppose to do now.

I turn the door handle slowly “I'm coming in now, Mrs. Adrena. Please don't be naked.”. They dont make an acid strong enough to burn that image from my eyes. The doors a bit stick, I hip check it open.

Like a Mac-Truck something slams my head into the ground. I panic, I flail around like a flightless bird of some sort. My head gets pounded into the ground two more times till I decide I've had enough of that. Blood dripping into my eye I can't see shit. I start kicking up my legs and what ever the fuck it is off me. Still blind I get to my feet, reach for my utility belt and pull out my big fucking wrench(BFW).

I wipe the blood from my eyes, I see Mrs. Adrena on the floor out cold but I see no sign of the attacker. I rush to Mrs. Adrenas side “Wake up wake up, Mrs. Afrena are you okay”. I check her pulse. Shes alive but barley. I look around the bathroom still bewilderd and holding my BFW, no sign of anything. I rush to the door to catch this asshole, quickly check the apartment and then locked the front door. He must have ran.

I radio for police and rush back to Mrs. Adrena in the bathroom. As I walk in the door shes up and awake, thank god. She gets startled by me and just stands there staring at me. I look her over, shes fucked up blood everywhere her face is mangled and contorted. “Sit down the police and ambulance are on their way” I said. She grunts at me, cocks her head to the left and then lunges full tilt at me, knocking me up against the wall. I almost blank out the pain is so much, her teeth dig into shoulder flesh and rips and pulls ferociously like a dog shaking a dead rabbit back and forth.

I Panic and slam my BFW into her wrinkled old temple. Her skin and bones are weak my wrench almost punch's through her skull with a loud crunch. Her body goes limp and falls to the ground.

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They call it warp sickness, a nice name. I call it bloodcurdling face smashing spine snaping insanity.


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