A/N: I'm back again! I'm not going to work today, cause I live in Iowa and my whole area is flooded! We just got our power back yesterday, and fortunately I live on a hill. Needless to say, I'm feeling a bit stressed and so felt that I needed to write in order to unwind a little. This one suggested by mumrulz. Enjoy!!
Sully in cement
Tim Sullivan, aka Sully, was enjoying a nice walk through a construction zone. Sure, he probably shouldn't have been there, but what was the worst that could happen? As he walked beneath the construction, a beam fell from above, narrowly missing him.
He turned around, noting how close he had come to getting killed. He decided he'd better be more careful, and found a stray hard hat on the ground. He put it on. There, much better. He continued walking. He wasn't paying attention because the sun had caught his attention. He was staring directly at it as he walked and fell into a pit.
He glanced up, spots dancing in front of his eyes. It was too high and smooth to climb back out. He yelled for help, but with all the noise in the area, no one could hear. Even if they had, they didn't care. They were too busy and working under a time crunch. Then something else entered Sully's line of vision. It was a chute, like the kind on a cement truck.
Before Sully could put two and two together, the cement came down the chute, filling up the hole he was trapped in and encasing him forever. Needless to say, he died.
A/N: Hope you liked that one, cause it was Sully death number 20!! We've hit a milestone!! Thanks for reading!