You might think why I always refer to the cop as just the cop. Some might say that it was just lazy writing but the truth is I didn't care. He was a nobody to me so it meant nothing that I didn't remember his name, I probably even forget about it if I knew at that time.
When I felt the bump my mind instantly knew it was the cop. I wore my headgear (I'll explain about special uniforms later.) and got out of the van through the back. I accidentally stepped on him and, like an instant response jumped back to the van. My foot hit the rear bumper so I also tripped and hurt my head despite the headgear. I groaned in pain in sync with the cop.
"Holy shit! He's still alive." I said
I noticed that Scrap has also gotten out of the van and was standing beside the cop. It took the cop's gun from his holster and wore off his headgear too.
I should probably mention that all of the outside workers wear headgear. It's specially designed for the outside world to lower the risk of getting infected by the virus. I don't know how they made it but it sure looks cool.
The outfits' color defers from occupation to occupation as for me, a deliverer wore an orange one with the company logo on the left breast pocket (it's just a box with wings on it.) and for an officer or security, they wore a blue-black one with police or security wrote on the left arm. They are all a tight fit and can be removed by connecting the suit to a wire at the base and can only be removed there. the plug is at the back of the outfit. But you have to understand that a cop's outfit is more protected and stronger than a piece of metal, it is bulletproof and knife proof so it's hard to cut him in half or even shoot him even at the head with the headgear on so it's a good thing that Scrap can hack into the headgear and mingle with it otherwise we had to run over him a couple of more times to actually kill him.
Scrap threw a gun at me and said "Shoot him."
"No no no! Please don't sho..." I shot him immediately. Scrap was surprised and prob thought that I was too fucking scared to do it. Honestly, I wasn't that scared to kill him but I was scared of getting found out so I thought doing quickly was better for him and ourselves. I thought it was a wise decision but the expression on his face (I'm just gonna call it a face instead of a monitor) was " '_' " . Yes, a blank face if that is what you're thinking.
"Wasn't expecting that but good job." He sounded confused. 'Am I a psychopath, a monster, a crazed lunatic for killing him to get the fuck outta here quickly?' are my thoughts at the time.
We carried him inside after getting him out of the truck but what weirded me out was that we didn't clean the blood on the road because my partner said "Somebody will take care of it.". Of course, I asked myself who can clean this mess but I also thought how the fuck can he be so calm. I mean I'm there trying to keep myself from fainting or having a heart attack but he just ran over a person and doesn't give a shit. I know I shot him immediately but that's because I was in a state of panic but not him he purposely wanted to kill him. I was beginning to have second thoughts about my new job.
As with the bitch I had to cut the cop into pieces and fucking hell was it hard. The suit may be a knife proof but it can still be cut if it was a really sharp knife and put under a lot of pressure. When I finished and put his parts into trash bags I was exhausted and in need of a break but we already arrived at the disposal site, the landfill.
The landfill was large as five football stadiums, the walls that surround it are probably as tall as a skyscraper and the trash inside was massive and the smell (if I didn't wear my headgear) could even perhaps kill someone. the main point is no one can get it and no one wants to. The workers inside are mostly robots and the human workers are just mechanics with few numbers, their suits are green colored. The middle of it all has a burning site whereas the name implies the trash gets burned. Of course, this is for disposable trash, The recycling site is at another location. A big claw is used to grab all the trash and drop it in the middle. This is apparently commonplace for murdered corpses to be disposed at, well at least that's what I heard from Scrap.
"Grab the bags and let's go." Scrap instructed.
I grab two out of four of the bags and both tore apart as I lifted them. "Shit! Fuck me!"
"What happened?"
"The bags they tore up"
"How many layers did you put?"
"Layers?" My partner just stared at me for a moment, probably of disappointment with a stupid man who made a real fuck-up.
"You were supposed to put at least three layers for each bag so it can hold up everything." He was mad. "You're cleaning this up when we get back. Now help me pick them up and put the other two bags with another two more layers."
I did as I was told and it took a couple of minutes to put the body part into two trash bags with three layers. Scrap then took two at a time and amazingly threw them over the gigantic wall, that is what I call robotic strength. After finishing up we got back inside the van with me sitting at the front as well.
"Want me to turn on the radio?" Scrap asked.
"Sure." On it was the normal radio station, The Quarantine Zone. It was doing an advert for an upcoming VR game (You can even feel a person's touch too if you buy the Sense Suit For just....). I didn't pay attention that much to it as I drifted off to sleep. I was tired what can I do, try to stay awake? Fuck no! I just murdered two people and cut them up myself so yeah and not only that my heart was beating hard non-stop especially when the cop came so it's not that hard to believe that I'm fucking tired. If anybody calls a weak for that I would dare them to do the same as I did.
We arrived at my apartment two hours later.