‘We All Die One Day’ Book Exerpt

Chapter One – Donnie

The steady pat of the raindrops hitting the roof of the guard booth had Donnie ready to lose his mind. It was already a Saturday so it was slow all around the yards. Didn’t help matters that it was after midnight, it was a ghost town in these parts of the city. 

The steady pat of the raindrops hitting the roof of the guard booth had Donnie ready to lose his mind. It was already a Saturday so it was slow all around the yards. Didn’t help matters that it was after midnight, it was a ghost town in these parts of the city. 

Donnie Santiago was on his 3rd hour of a 12 hour shift and the coffee he had in his thermos wasn’t effective like it usually is. Maybe the rain was the blame for his current state of drowsiness. Maybe it was his wife, Martha, who decided today would be the best day for the grands to visit. Regardless, he was paying for whoever’s fault it was for him feeling the he way he was. 

Make matters worse, he was due for retirement in a month and senioritis or whatever his daughter called it during the last weeks of high school was kicking in. He was in his late 50s and work really didn’t do what it used to for him. His grays peaked out the side of his hat and covered his balding at the top. He was overweight and sitting around in this booth hasn’t helped him shed any pounds in the last 10 years that he has had this post. Standing at nicely put six foot two the booth was beginning to shrink or at least he thought. 

The yard was huge with different buildings with different merchandise and he was just responsible for the incoming and outgoing traffic. Sign people in, sign people out. That’s it. Nothing more, nothing less. But he did miss going on patrols but he had a bum knee from a biking accident that wouldn’t hold up to the rigors of the walks anymore. The booth was his death row, he was just waiting for his turn to meet his maker. 

One warehouse in particular he never went in and no one did. He’s not even sure what they do in there but since he got this post, no guards were allowed to patrol there so he didn’t. All Donnie knew was that it had a sign that read BOSLEY FRIEGHT and whoever Bosley was didn’t want anybody snooping around his product. From what he heard tho, the merchandise was worth a fortune. Probably explained, why no one was allowed in. 

That building was mostly quiet tho, not too much traffic in or out. Just the usual workers that went home at 5pm on the dot. Donnie remembered seeing a lot of the employees when he worked second tour, but those days was few and far in between late. He was Batman and this yard was his Gotham City. Lately, he’s been coming alive at night and that’s about it. Martha hates it, but Donnie didn’t complain too much. 

Martha was different. She was also in her late 50s and didn’t understand why Donnie worked so much. She was a stay at home mom forever, so she never got too much time with him because of his work schedule. Her health has started to take a downturn the last couple of years. She was stunning in her youth, a sight to see, Donnie thought, but over the last couple of years she hasn’t been able to keep up like she used to. That’s why Donnie was looking forward to retirement. Spending the last couple of years together. He was just happy that he didn’t leave her first. 

The kids were his reason to grind, his oldest Vanessa just got married a couple months ago. His youngest Kimberly, she was different, she liked going out and partying, coming home late and Donnie just couldn’t keep up like he used to. She’s basically given a free pass due to her parents having her at such a young age. But Donnie couldn’t help but think that if he had her when he was younger how much different things would be. 

But he didn’t and that’s just what it was. Nothing he could do about it now. He just hoped she was being safe during the moments when he couldn’t protect her.┬áBut at that moment is when he was jarred from his thoughts because of bright headlights approaching from the main road. Donnie looked at his digital clock that was in need of a fresh paint job and noticed it was after two and nobody should be coming in. That’s when his gut told him something was wrong.

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