Another short weekend for me, but why am I complaining? That kicks ass!
TheBlueAlienRobotZombie: Always love to hear someone busting a gut over this.
Jupitergirl132: Your cancerous randomness is too much for my health.
Michael Mario: Nah, all he needs is a big juicy ice cream sandwich..
W1ng3dOne: As I think I have mentioned earlier, I don't think much of Hugh, but he's probably my most favorite character to write in retrospect.
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Word Count: 451 words.
.35 The Corpse
A dead body, usually of a human being.
Nate keeps watch, just as Rosa has instructed him to do, outside the town's Pokemon Center whilst she do the dirty work. The girl has come up with a plan most clever, in her eyes at least, to conceal the waste within a trash bag so that everyone spying on them will believe they're just doing the work of a good samaritan.
The back of the building is dirty, laced with foul odor and unknown fluids oozing from the giant dumpster, filled with used syringes and other useless medical equipment. A lone light hanging atop the metal door leading inside said building is the only thing illuminating the two adolescents from the darkness elsewhere.
Nate continues to keep watch, and has yet to spot anyone that might be a potential rat in the ordeal, but Rosa soon finds herself encountering a problem with the plan, and it hits her that she'll need some assistance to finish the job.
"Nate! Nate! Over here!" she whispers.
"What for?!" he retorts.
"I need help, I'm not strong enough to toss her inside!"
The boy sighs, having accepted the duty of watchdog solely because he didn't want to interact with the dead weight they were getting rid of, or any of the fluids that had seeped through her skin.
Quickly, and as quietly as they can, the two heave and ho, eventually managing to toss her inside.
"Hopefully with any luck, her body will be corroded by the scavengers living in there by next Tuesday!" she says with an optimistic glimmer of hope.
She notices the frown on his face.
"She was so nice too..." he mumbles.
Rosa rolls her eyes, "Come on, coconut. This girl didn't have a family, she had no friends, no relatives, nothing, nobody knew this chick and that's good for us. As far as I'm concerned, all we have to do is run, and nobody will ever find out."
She stares at him with a dead expression, "Nobody."
He pauses before agreeing with a nod that he knows he'll regret by tomorrow.
In return, the girl gives him a peck on his nose, her behavior suddenly lightening without warning, "Yay! Now let that be a warning to you, coconut. Come on, let's go before anyone finds us!"
Just because his hair looks like a palm-tree does not rationalize such a name, or so the boy thinks.
She then forcefully grabs his hand and runs as fast as she can, dragging him along for the ride.
From within the dumpster, a few patrats begin to chew on the garbage bag, allowing it to rip slightly and allow a pale, frail hand to slip through.
It does not make a further move.