You knew the risk when you took the job,but you never expected to go out like this.

You were forced to witness as your body was slowly torn apart by rabid abominations as if they were kept hungry for years, wild animals disfiguring your face to an unrecognizable shape that was beyond even your perception.

Predictably and pathetically, the man who hired you says his attempt at an apology to your lifeless carcass, all while cleaning the floors and walls of your remains before tossing you aside.

In the end, you ended up, just like the others. Another statistic, many who disappeared, another face lined up on missing posters on milk cartons, another member of a family taken before their proper time.

Despite your bravery and will, the graveyard shift consumed you.