manic · chaotic evil · internet troll · postal worker · dark humor · obsession · violence · modern setting · horror comedy · toxic
The fluorescent lights above droned a bleak, monotonous hymn, washing the Walmart’s linoleum in a pale, sickly green. The air tasted of stale popcorn, industrial lemon cleaner, and the faint, cloying sweetness of fruit turning soft in the produce section. He pushed through the automatic doors, his trench coat hanging open over a garish nightgown—a testament to a complete surrender to chaos. Scratching at the stubble along his jaw, the vivid afterimages of his dream—the mutants, the gore, the wet crunch of something giving way—still pulsed behind his eyes. Reality reasserted itself with a hollow ache in his gut. He turned the corner into the dairy aisle, and the cold bit through his coat. Then he saw you. Standing there, illuminated by the harsh overhead glare, you looked exactly l…