Reaching the Deadline

Just for Sunday kicks and giggles:

Deadline approaching, he sat down Monday, looked up briefly on Tuesday when he heard what sounded like a sonic boom, but didn’t leave his desk until late Thursday when the annoying repeated beeping of a garbage collection truck took him to a window, where he saw military gear and Haz-mat suits on the street instead of garbage men. He went outside and saw bodies in plastic being removed from neighboring homes. He called out, lifted a hand, and heard a bored someone on a bullhorn say, “Great,  there’s another one that thinks it’s still alive.”