“No,” Paul said. “What do you mean ‘no?’” Alex asked. “I said ‘no.’ I’m not picking that up.” Alex gestured with his handgun, “Pick it up or I’ll shoot you.” “Go ahead.” There was a beat of silence as Alex processed what Paul said. “You heard me, right? That I’m going to shoot you?” “I did. And I said ‘go ahead.’ Do it.” “What the fuck is wrong with you?” “What’s wrong with me?! What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re insane if you think I’m going to dig my own grave.” “Then I’ll shoot you.” “I already said okay. You’re going to shoot me anyway, might as well not spend the rest of my life doing manual labor. Fuck you.” “But the Boss wants you buried” “Then he can dig the hole. I’m not doing it.” “You know he’s not coming out here.” “Of course not, you dipshit,” Paul said. Alex raised the gun more, “Watch it?” “Or what? You’ll shoot me? There’s nothing you can do to me. You’ve got no hold on me.” “I can kill you.” “You’re already going to do...
1 It weren’t the first time somebody’d locked me in a casket. What was odd was that they didn’t seem too eager ta’ bury me. I tried ta’ keep my wits about me, but it was hard without any light. Best I could figure we’d been travellin’ for about two days. I could barely hear my three captors talkin’ through the cheap pine. They were a jovial sort, their conversation often punctuated with bouts a’ laughter. Glad they were having a good time. It was good ta’ die in high spirits. Because when I got free of the casket I was gonna’ murder the hell outta’ them. The only thing worse than being trapped in a casket for two days with nowhere ta’ relieve yourself was being trapped in that same box with the ghost of a woman you killed. Well, truth be told, I didn’t kill her. Not really, though I was kind of the reason she died. What happened was that she needed a human soul ta’ sacrifice, but ended up usin’ me instead. Needless ta’ say things went bad and she got pulled down ...
