The immortal

Truck stop pizza and a long walk

Drunk and weary I strode up to a little truck stop somewhere in Michigan. Because there's never a reason to rush, I always decide to walk. Today was somewhat special- in a humorous way -and so I decided to correctly celebrate with cheap pizza. I took three slices covered in bright aluminum foil from the heating box and went to take my place in line. I noticed the cashier was quite tiresome, she was short with dark blonde hair, held back in a messy bun. Probably in her early 20's I'd guess. What a shame, I thought, to waste such a short life here of all places.

I was up next, but did not realize until I heard the cashier call for "the next customer". Then, placed  my celebratory meal on the counter and handed her the money.

"Will that be all?" She sighed. 
"Yes." I said shortly.
"Good, then move there are other consumers waiting." She looked irritated, probably fed up with dealing with too many drunks. 
"Sorry!" I apoligized, and quickly exited the store. 

 As I walked away I realized the alcohol hadn't dissoriented me, but it was the cashier who was the distraction.  She was rather pretty, but that wasn't it...she definitely seemed familiar. As I was walked around aimlessly, I was at the edge of the building when a man ran in with a hurry. A metallic shine gleamed by his belt. He rammed into me, which caused me to drop my pizza. The man yelled some vulgar terms and ran inside. I ignored him, and picked up my pizza, thankful for the foil that wrapped it. Still standing outside, I unwrapped a slice and began to eat. But the pizza couldn't distract my thoughts. I've definitely seen her face before, but for some reason I couldn't pinpoint why the cashier had seemed so familiar.  As I finished my second slice, I heard two gunshots ring out. Dropping my last slice of pizza, I ran inside to see the commotion. The man from before was standing inside, armed with a gun. No surprise there, I had expected as much.

The store was now empty. 

"So you mean to rob the place?" I said, to announce my presence.

"Who the f*** are you?!" He yelled, obviously stressed. 

I noticed he'd shot the cashier. Blood ran from her chest in ribbons of crimson as her body laid limp behind the counter.

"Aw, you shot the nice cashier!" I exclaimed while feeling a heavy hearted, but I should be used to that.

I slowly walked toward him, my anger intensifying with every step. 

"I can't forgive you for that." I snapped at him. 

 At this point, he was looking anxious, the gun hanging wearily by his side.

"First time killing someone??" I smirked, obviously knowing the answer, but I figured I deserved to have some fun.
"SHUT UP!" He yelled, panicked.

"The police haven't been notified...yet, you know?" I say mocking him.

"You better run while you can." I tormented him even more. 

 At this point, I was having too much fun watching him squirm with nervous energy. 

 He finally decided he had enough, made a quick turn, and fired. The bullet hitting me square in the shoulder.