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Day 1,964

Kill the vermin and plug the holes.

The job should have been that simple but somewhere between basic pest control and heading back home he went wrong and was facing a swarm of undead, partially-crushed rodents instead of sitting down with a microwaveable bowl of pasta.

It wouldn't have been so bad if the damned things learnt how to die and stay dead instead of how to use their very-alive-heavily-bleeding corpses to clog all the traps. They even got to the power sockets and short-circuited the lights, forcing him to use his feeble head-torch and throwing him into a maelstrom of wet bundles of fur that seemed to be covered in claws and teeth.

By the time he was found, five hours into his next shift, all that was left of him were heavily gnawed bones.

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