Just Random

I guess I'm a vampire

"I woke up in an alley 2 nights ago, no clue what happened. Probably some bar fight. Thank god I had Monday off." Henry was stocking the soup with his work buddy, Carl, and explaining how he got the cut on his neck. He works night shifts at the local food mart, saving up to move out of town and in with his cousin, Sam, in virginia. Sam runs a mechanic shop and they both have had a love for cars when they were 7. "There was a guy on the ground next to me, scrawny and pale. Out cold. I must have won."

"Was he breathin'?" Carl always knew the right questions to ask. Or maybe the wrong ones? Who knows. He's been on the earth for nearly 60 years but doesn't look a day over 52. This guy could handle anything.

Henry winced at the question and hoped Carl didn't notice. "Hell if I know man. I got out of there before the cops showed up." Henry, in fact, did know whether or not the guy was breathing. He wasn't. He had what looked like a table leg through his chest. Henry just hoped he didn't do that.

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Carl looked at Henry with concern, "we just got back from first break, didnt I see you chowing down on a big ass tub of mac and cheese in the break room? How can you still be hungry?"

Henry ran his hands through his hair in frustration as he made his way over to the pallet for the next box. "Idu'know man, I just can't seem to eat enough. I'm craving something like crazy, I just can't figure out what."

Carl gave off a chuckle, "you pregnant? You need somethin' weird like pickles in nutella?"

"Ew, the fuck?" Henry's nose bunched in disgust, then quickly was replaced by curiosity and he asked, "Is it any good?"

Carl nearly fell off his step ladder laughing, "Hell no man, that's just what the wife wanted when she was pregnant with our latest."

"How many are you at now, man? 12?" Henry joined his friend in his laughter.

"Nah man, only 5. Missus finally got the tubes tied, im working on getting the snip for extra protection ya know?" Carl turned back to stock some green beans.Henry got back to the box of applesauce he was working on.

That's how the next half hour went, two guys shooting the shit. Henry was thankful for his friendship with Carl since it made the day go by faster. It was finally time for lunch, to Henry's relief. He was dying to get a pizza from his favorite spot down the way. He'd usually go in for just a slice, but tonight he felt he could eat 5 whole 18" pies.

Blah blah blah, the garlic burns him. I'm not super proud of this one. Third person is hard to write and so is past tense. Also, if you didn't already know my gender, this makes it painfully obvious that I'm a girl.