Day 45: 5 Minute Freewrite - Prompt: the smell of a dumpster

The smell of the dumpster never seemed to bother me. Even as dirt, trash and rotting flesh is flying in my face, I find that the smell is the least of my worries. See, I've been working the dumpster since i was in high school. The hard life of a dumpster worker made me used to this..

This being start the world has become. First, it was the smell. Like rotting meat in the dumpster, I have grown used to it. I was promoted recently to chief cleaner. My job is to guide the young cleaners in cleaning up our streets.

Someone has to take care of those undead zombies. They are slow, but I know many who got caught up with the smell and the stench. Once you lose focus, you lose your life. So you have to stay focused. As my machete swings into each skull and as rotten flesh flies my way. I've grown used to this, the smell of the dumpster was what has prepared me for the apocalypse.

I have found my calling. Who knew it would have been from the smell of the dumpster.

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This has been a challenge writing on my phone, not as easy as compared to the keyboard, although using swiftkeys helped.

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