posted on Jun, 26 2015 @ 07:46 PM
It was a dead fart.
Not the kind of thing Jed would expect in a room full of bodies that quit living over 3 hours ago.
It was strange, the mask came off at 2 as the air was now clear. The bodies, twisted and frozen, some half crammed under desks with their heads
smushed up into the underside of the drawers, as if hiding under a desk would save them from the toxic gas.
It was the biggest gas leak the city has ever seen, or the country even, for that matter.
Jed certainly had never seen anything this bad.
The air was supposedly clean now and the crew was informed that they could safely remove their masks.
Jed was one of the first ones to take it off.
The crisp lemon scent, cold air of the office rushed into his nostrils and lungs and filled his mind with a refreshing ease like the time Jed was in
Montana on the biker commune.
It was spring again in his mind and his job was cut out for him.
Jed couldn't help but ponder though, through all of the clarity that suddenly arrived, just how this dead fart arrived so many hours later.
How could this rancid bubble of rot find its way to his senses at such a moment?
That's the one, Jed thought, its this f###%# right her, he said rolling over a portly man in an ugly vintage tie, lime green with yellow strips.