Miguel was still angry about what they did. Those bastards! Fired from his job for no reason!
They will pay.
Working the night shift in the assembly plant was an easy job. The hardest part was working alongside some backwater mestizos – “Nacos”. They belonged back on the farm, not here in the city. He told some of them that fact, and while he was warned by his supervisor, “Tener Calma” (take it easy), all it took was a shoving match between him and another worker to get himself fired. OK, so the guy fell down and had to go the hospital.
“What’s the big deal?” Miguel asked his boss as he was being walked out. His boss just shook his head and Miguel heard him say, “Pipirisnais!” (Someone who thinks they are better, but are not).
Miguel had planned his revenge well. He had gathered guns and ammo. He had got his hands on a grenade from the local drug cartel, where he also bought some Coca. Cost him all his 100 peso banknotes that he had collected, but he figured it was worth it.
He loaded up his car, and then took a big hit. “Arre.” (“Let’s do it) He said to himself. He sped off to the plant, feeling pretty good at all he had planned to do that night.
Nodding to the guard, he unloaded his bags from the car and walked casually to the office, where his boss’s office was located. He planned to get them all there, and then proceed to the plant floor, to get rest.
He placed his hand inside a bag as he walked into the office, looked around the room, and no one was at their desk. He walked around the office, and then he heard the TV on in the breakroom. Looking around the corner, he could see that the room was full of people! This is better than he could have planned!
He pulled out his grenade, pulled the pin, and tossed it in. A moment later he heard screams and then the explosion. Then he turned the corner, pulled out his handgun, and started shooting.
When he was done, and no one was moving, he looked around the room. He didn’t see his boss’s body among the carnage.
Miguel grunted, turned around, and went down the hall to his boss’s office.
His boss met him in the hallway.
“Miguel? Lo que esta sucediendo?” (What is happening?)
Miguel just smiled at him and raised his pistol.
Something made his boss look past Miguel.
Miguel, thinking it was a trick, ignored where his boss was looking.
But then he heard deep voices behind him say, “Únete a nosotros”, (Join us)
He turned just in time to see the people that he had shot grab him, and start eating his flesh.
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