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Occupational Health and Safety 499 words Bazza’s mouth was so filled with filth the words were incomprehensible but Andy swore he died saying let us worms let us worms, again and again, each syllable a thick choking pulmonary expulsion. Then Baz broke, the infected parts of his body had devoured enough of the healthy parts that his body broke apart like a handful of wet sand. Like the rest of them he’d just laid down in the dirt around the foundation at the construction site and let the red earth take them. Where there had been a human body there was red compost, so dense with finger-sized red worms that it seemed to writhe in a mockery of its former life. They wouldn’t eat his bright yellow perspex hard hat and so it perched on the pile of dancing gristle almost comically, wobbling back and forth. Andy laughed. A scream had been building up inside him for weeks, as the daily government reports became more desperate, the health minister more haggard, as he went to work anyway because a man’s gotta eat, as the warnings grew more dire. Daily reports became weekly, then monthly, then ceased entirely. Every remaining screen in the country displayed a single word in white on a black background: WORMS. He knew if he screamed that was it, he would start and never stop and he would just run out of air and loving die of screaming, so instead he laughed, laughed at an increasingly high pitch like steam from a pressure cooker, until so hard he nearly lost his grip on the guardrail he was holding. He’d been the only man on the scaffold when the earth erupted – the rest of the crew had still been putting on PPE, finishing their coffee and sausage rolls. There’d been a moment while it looked like the rubber on their boots might keep them safe. Some dodgy Russian bloke on Facebook had said it worked for him and it had gotten around the lads on the site: the worms were carnivores and wouldn’t eat synthetic rubber, but it turned out rather like saying people won’t eat tuna because they can’t eat tin cans. Bazza had been the last to hold together, probably because he’d been a huge fuckin bloke, more to chew through. He’d held together for about twelve seconds. Andy didn’t know what else to do. The earth was so dense with worms and viscera that leaving the scaffold was certain death. He had two egg sandwiches, two marlboro reds and a thermos of tea, all of which were pretty great, but none of which seemed sufficient to cancel the apocalypse. The worms rearranged and seemed to be spelling something out, but it wasn’t in any language he recognised. He smoked a cigarette. In the distance, an apartment block was on fire. He finished his coffee and threw the cup to the worms, which frenziedly fought over it. Worm’s gotta eat. He shrugged and watched the horizon burn.
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gently caress it in SurreptitiousMuffin fucked around with this message at 09:07 on Dec 11, 2023 |
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