Everything began with good intentions, but

Everything began with good intentions, but it ended with a never ending nightmare.

I had been unemployed for six months, you see. The wife was stressed, the kids were hungry...I had no choice, really. So I accepted the temp job for the road crew. Hell was

other people, true enough, but Purgatory had to be road crew, & the ass-end of Purgatory definitely involved laying asphalt. We lost a guy a week - we were never sure if they quit

or if they slipped & became part of the road. Asphalted into oblivion. When I married an heiress, Asphalted Into Oblivion was the title of my autobiography. Petulla loved my rough

towel because it really scratched so good when drying off. I always knew when she used my towel because I could smell her stupid body spray on it. Petulla was a roommate from

Nowhereville. Petulla favored fruity flavored body sprays, the kind that are meant to mimic delicate floral scents, but really reeked of mass-produced chemicals.

The non-GMO-ed people who had to endure the wake of Petulla's artificially fruity yet fragrantly deadly sillage dropped dead within moments, which was unfortunate because

this included the guy from the Vegetables-R-Us store who promised to validate my parking. I stepped over his lifeless body and stole his wallet. On my way back to the carpark

I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around. It was him. What was left of him. He opened his mouth to say something but his breath knocked me out. I woke up