Weekly Writing Challenge #1

Word Count Limit: 500 
or less

Actual Word Count: 433

Words to include: Pungent, Consensus, Flatter, Truth, & Select

It was Monday, the work week had only just begun and the general consensus was that it was going to be the week from hell. Truth is unless you're a select few; around here every week is the week from hell. On top of that there was a pungent aroma wafting from the men's restroom area. "Damn old man Janks went to Old Mexico again this weekend" Jobie the custodian explained. 

I suppose I should give you a little back story on me and our company before I just jump right in. My name is William Rutherford, my friends don't call me Will or Bill because I don't have friends. My job really doesn’t lend itself to friendliness. I run the incinerator at the PLEW Virus 112 disposal center. AKA The Zombie Burner. 

That's right, after the victims (I prefer to call them zombies) are killed or sedated something has to be done with their bodies. That's where I come in, good old William Rutherford who before the shit hit the fan was an auto mechanic who wasn't all that mechanical, but could work his way through most anything. I don't flatter myself though; I am the Burner strictly because no one else wants to do it and my iron stomach allows me to. It’s a far cry from my days of turning wrenches, but it pays the bills.

Save for one lonely window all the incinerator room has to offer is egg shell white walls and the incinerator itself and lots of room for bodies.

The reason for this week from hell is the NZSS (National Zombie Search Squad) found a large group out in Boston, turns out Fenway Park was loaded with fans and the vast majority of players in a Sox vs Yankees game when the virus hit. In the coming days I have to incinerate 35,000 faceless, soulless baseball fans as well as Big Papi and A-Rod. There is never a dull moment around this place and I’ve learned not to be surprised by anything.

I guess I could give you the back story to the PLEW Virus 112, but what’s the point? It’s been (for the most part) contained, life is going forward now for me and the other twelve thousand and eleven people that were immune and smart (or lucky) enough to survive in America. President Oprah Winfrey was one of the lucky ones, and we can thank our lucky stars for that, she’s got a plan to make America great again, I’m just glad I’ll be here to see it come to fruition. Let’s get Burning……