Chronicles of a Dead Boy
The huge metropolis was bustling, full of people doing their duties. The sun shining off of the buildings like gold, and a small mist covering the ground to the point that it appears like a giant cloud with buildings. Thats how most see it, some times even without the buildings.
The people, dressed in white, sometimes in robes, were hurrying to and fro. One man, however, was bumping and running through the crowds, dressed entirely in black with a hood over his head. After ten minutes of cursing and pushing, he finally reached the edge of the city. At the top of a hill, was his new duty.
It was large black building, rectangular and long. The only windows on the black building was on the large white doors that served as the only entrance. The man hurried inside, took off his coat and put it in his small cubby before going deeper inside the monster. As he walked through the building towards his cubical, a few men introduced themselves and gave some tips. He thanked them politely, and sprinted down the aisle, looking for his cubicle. He was late enough as it was. Finally, he stopped at a cubicle, bare except for a large computer and a rolling chair. He took a few minutes to look for a name plate, then when he couldnt find one, walked across the aisle to a coworker. After hesitating a moment, he spoke.
Im Drew Phickel. Uh, I was just wondering if you knew if that is my cubicle across the aisle, heh heh, Im new.
He turned around in his chair and stared at me for a second, before replying Yeah, I think so.
Drew let out a relieved breath, happy that he wasnt mad at him for interrupting his work, and turned to leave. Before he got into the aisle, the man spoke.
Whats your department? He said
Soul birth management. The man smiled.
Lucky, you bring em in, and I have to take em out. With that, the man turned around and got back into his work. Drew walked back to his cubicle and booted up his computer. Remembering the small introduction coarse he took, he started his work.
First soul, Tokyo, Japan, birth-successful.
It was pretty easy, all he needed to do was read a sentence, then click for the next birth.
Second soul, Manhattan, USA, birth-successful.
Third soul, Magadan, Russia, birth-successful.
Fourth soul, Darwin, Australia, birth-successful.
Fifth soul, Santos, Brazil, birth-successful.
About two and a half hours later, something interesting happened.
497th soul, Melfi, Chad, birth-successful.
498th soul, Utena, Lithuania, birth-successful.
499th soul, Prince Rupert, Canada, birth-successful
500th soul, San Francisco, USA, birth-Deceased.
With a sigh, Drew bowed his head in respect, before getting up and walking down the aisle. On his way, he grabbed his coat, and then hurried towards a large white door with no sign to indicate what it was. Drew took a breath, opened the door and stepped inside. As the darkness swallowed him up, he closed his eyes.