The Smell of a Dumpster - Freewrite

November 27th.

Today started just like any other day.

I woke up with a start to the beating heart of my tiny alarm clock, urinated forcefully, and chose a package of coffee to start brewing in the kitchen.

From the couch I turned on the TV to listen to some boring newscaster ramble on.

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Some infection happening in Pakistan. Everyone's got it. Not here, don't care.

I was just getting my second cup of coffee when I heard a crash from outside in the parking lot of my apartment complex.

Swinging open the balcony door I stepped onto the concrete surface and peered over the ledge.

Two dirty and disheveled men were chasing a young woman with a butcher knife as she shrieked at the top of her lungs.

A small boy sat on a bench with a large brown dog in his lap. He appeared to be kissing it. Suddenly he looked up at me with blood pouring from his lips.

SCREW THIS. I'm out.

I slide on a pair of pants and a white T-shirt and slam open the front door.

I can hear sirens in the background as a neighbor screams from around the corner.

Down the steps. I have to move quickly.

CRAP they are everywhere.

I start running in a random direction. A large green dumpster catches my eye. With a quick leap I jump inside the small rectangular hole.

Landing hurts. It smells like death in here but at least I am alone.

I'd like to wait for whatever's happening outside to be over.

I have no idea how long that's going to be.

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