Quantum Cheeseburger by Jeremy Michelson

Author:Jeremy Michelson [Michelson, Jeremy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-05-18T22:00:00+00:00

Forty-Nine

My back was cold. Really cold.

I opened my eyes. Which didn’t do me any good. I was either blind, or in some place that was totally dark and had a somewhat antiseptic odor to it.

Had they finally given up and buried me?

Not that I could blame them. My whole life had spun out of control. I wanted to feel sorry for myself about it. But that seemed pointless. It wasn’t going to get me out of this coffin. Assuming it was a coffin.

I thought back to my last moments…Body broken. Julie’s goon of a husband grinning down at me. I hadn’t been able to move. I had a moment of panic. Was I still paralyzed?

My body jerked. Feet kicked out, hands slapped against the side of the coffin. Okay. Not paralyzed then. A good start.

I raised my hands to my face, rubbed my cheeks. I had a couple days worth of stubble. Either I hadn’t been dead for long, or I’d stopped growing hair. I noticed something else.

Nothing was hurting.

I was chilled from whatever I lay on, but nothing hurt. My broken bones and battered body must have healed while I was out.

More potentially good news.

The only part of this I wasn’t liking was the whole stuck in a coffin-like box thing. I really didn’t like that at all.

I reached out and ran my fingers along the walls of my coffin. The were cold and smooth like metal. The ceiling and floor of my tiny prison were the same. I reached up over my head. More cold metal.

It definitely seemed like a coffin. I wondered if this would be a good time to start screaming and crying in panic.

Probably not. It would just waste whatever precious oxygen I had left. I sniffed the air. It had a sharp medicinal quality to it that seemed very non coffin-like. I remembered going to my grandfather’s funeral. Standing over his corpse, he smelled like the chemicals they preserved him with.

I took this as another good sign. No one had bothered to embalm me. Not yet anyway.

I heard a muffled click and something started humming. The metal plate I lay on vibrated slightly. As far as I knew, coffins didn’t vibrate. So where did that leave me? The answer came to me quickly enough. I was in a refrigerated drawer in a morgue someplace.

Which still seemed better than being buried in a coffin.

But led me to my next problem. How was I going to get out of there? I ran my fingers over the walls and tried to think this through. If I was in a drawer, then at some point someone was going to open the drawer. A which point I would scare the living crap out of that person.

I didn’t have a problem with that part.

The alternative was getting out on my own. I preferred that. Maybe I could escape all the crazy people who kept killing me.

Probably not, but it was worth a try.

I tried pushing on the panel above my head.

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