Not So Favourite Job

The death opened the last letter left in the table. "Ugh, not another junkies to collect" he said unmotivated. He snapped his finger and immediately transported him to the next victim room.

He saw a young guy lied down on the floor with a syringe in his arm, the young guy is already dead. He scanned the room and saw another guy that looked exactly like the dead one. They guy cruled up on the floor, in the corner of the room. His arm warped his leg and his body trembeled.

"Dude, what are you doing?" asked the death nonchalantly. The young guy looked up. His face looked scared and his eyes teared up.

"H..he..help me" he said with a shaky voice. The death didn't responed. He looked at him in disbelieve and let out a big sigh. Seeing the response from the death, the young guy getting more nervouse and begin to cry.

The death grow impatient, "dude, you already dead!" said the death stating the fact to the young guy. The young guy felt deeply in shock and fainted. The death covered his face with one of his hand. "I should quit sooner" he said to himself. The death took the young man's arm and snapped his finger.

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