Chapter 2: I loved meat
[Prompt] As a supermarket cashier, you normally don’t really think too much about what people are buying unless it’s particularly quirky. But recently, there have been odd patterns in what people are buying, and it’s becoming possible to ignore
I moved to a different state and even changed my occupational line to something that sees more people. I tried for a street performer thing for a while but it never really worked out for me. It wasn’t a good idea if I wanted to snitch out the people I needed to kill. Next I tried for a cashier position at this convenience store for the seediest part of town and it actually worked for me. I even asked for the graveyard shift and the owner couldn’t be happier since everyone he hired loathed that shift more than anything.
A week after I filed in my application, I started my first day.. er, night maybe?
11:28p.m.
I was left to man the cash register while the only person I’m with, Carl was doing the inventory, the morning shift guys apparently never bothered to finish.
1:15a.m.
One bought condoms, maybe she’s getting lucky but to buy 5 boxes, must be a busy night. My foresight ability didn’t really give me a clear image of the events of her night. I wasn’t curious enough but she seemed way too formal to be buying that many condoms. Maybe that’s how prostitutes are in this part of town. Who knows?
2:43a.m.
A guy walks in and he has this wild look. Must be a performer judging from the alcohol and throat medicine he just got. Plus those shades that he kept on. i don’t think he’ll be willing to take those off even when I asked. That’s the thing with people who have a celebrity syndrome, I guess?
5:57a.m.
It was unusual that people still jogged on this part of time but here came a pretty lady dressed rather revealing even if you do say it’s jogging ware. Who would show that much skin around these parts of time when rape was so ramapnt. she had a sports drink and a few snacks but I noticed that she slipped in some duct tape… maybe she needed it at home and I was being paranoid.
6:28a.m.
A few more minutes before my shift ends. Two people came in. They bought a bunch of papers from that stationary supply corner the store had. It doesn’t seem like they were in schooling level anymore but they did look smart and hella tired from whatever it was they were doing. It be better not to ask.
In that entire night, I could count on my fingers the number of customers we had and all of them seemed to come off as strange to me. AS the week proceeded, I kept seeing them more. At almost the same times yet they kept buying the same things except the Lady that was always in formal wear. After the condoms it was duct tape, a lot of it. Then it was lighter fluids and a bunch of matches. then so many bandages. It was getting suspicious to me, not that the others weren’t but her case bothered me.
On my day off, I still came to work but hid at the back. At around 1:30, she was there again. This time she bought a bunch of those large garbage bags. It was getting way off so I followed her. My tracks came to a stop when I saw her enter the most famous dinner in town and admittedly one of my favorite places to grab dinner from. Yet I’ve never seen her before. What was she doing here?
I snuck in after her and followed her to the kitchen, there I saw her disappear. When I went to have a look, there was a door hidden among the tiles, a trap door. The moment I went in, I felt like I could kiss the food I had goodbye. It was horrid, Bodies everywhere. Women, children, men, It didn’t matter what as they hung by their necks. Some women were alive but they were dressed so sluttily. Were they prostitutes? It didn’t matter. I should have followed my foresight sooner. So many lives could have been saved. But what bothered me the most was the huge meat processor, the one used for hot-dogs and those other processed meats. that’s when it hit me, she was using these people as the meat for her diner’s food. I wanted to vomit right then and there but no.I need to end this.
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