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Harry grabbed his clipboard going through the deceased person's names. Harry grabbed his pen going to the first page seeing the name 'Patricia Longheart'. Harry grabbed the handle of the metal drawer and pulled it out.
The dead woman's body laying there cold and creepy. Only her head exposed, the rest covered by a white sheet. Harry checked off the woman's name and then closed the drawer.
Harry moved to the next bin, doing the same for a man who died from getting shot in a hunting accident. It was sad, but by now Harry was used to it. He has had the job of a mortician for about two years now.
He's only twenty two but after high school, he had to take over the family business when his dad died from a heart attack. Ironic since the man didn't even seem to have one.
Harry sighed as he checked the last drawer to see all the bodies were there and in their places. He set the clipboard and pen on his wooden desk on the other side of the room. Then Harry wiped his hands on his white stiff apron and walked over to the sink.
Harry put his hands under the faucet as he washed his hands. Grabbing some lavender honey soap and rubbing it up his forearms and then rinsing it off under the running water.
The smell of the soap making the room smell a little better. One of the downsides of having Harry's job, was that the smell of formaldehyde was everywhere and was extremely strong. The whole room smelled of chemicals and sanitizers. Not to mention the weak yellow lights that hurt your eyes.
Harry untied his apron and set it on a rack. He then walked to the door and turned off the lights after grabbing his coat. Harry walked outside of his grim building and turned around locking the door.
The street lamps flickering making goosebumps appear on Harry's arms. The curly haired boy quickly tugged on his jacket and shoved his hands in his pockets. He started trudging down the street on his way to his home.
Harry's black boots clicking down the street and his black skinny jeans blending into the darkness. Harry raised his hand and ran his hand through his hair flipping it to the other side.
Harry was able to walk to his home since he only lived about a block away. He had decided to move closer to the business after his dad died. His mother didn't really matter because she was never really a part of Harry's life.
Harry saw the building of his flat and walked into the warm building. He rubbed his hands up and down his arms grateful to finally be in some warmth. He had to keep his work building cold to help preserve the bodies. It didn't help him right now that it was the middle of winter.
Harry waved to the guard behind the desk who smiled back "Hey Harry." John said in a gruff voice from years of smoking.
"Hey John." Harry smiled starting to walk up the stairs. He preferred to take stairs over the elevator because he liked to think he tried to stay fit.
Harry walked down the quiet hall, since it was around two in the morning, and walked up to his flat door. He took out his skull shaped key and stuck it into the key hole.
Harry walked into his flat breathing in that familiar homey scent. Harry closed the door and locked it and then set his keys down before taking off his jacket.
Harry walked into his room sitting on his bed and kicking off his boots. Harry smiled to himself when he saw all his zombie and horror movie poster covering his walls.
Harry was a horror movie fanatic. He loved anything and everything that had to do with horror, demons, blood, the undead, etc. You get the idea.
Harry changed into a white tee and just kept on his grey boxers before snuggling under the sheets and falling asleep.
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ITLL GET SO MUCH BETTER I PROMISE THIS IS JUST THE PROLOGUE !!
THIS WILL BE A COMEDY FIC HOLD ON LOVIES LOUIS JUST HAS TO COME IN !!
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