Cashier of the Apocalypse

By Raph Hallows

Phil is your run of the mill retail employee, with no prospects, no ambition, and no spine. All of his days are spent just trying to get to the next one. Unfortunately for Phil, his world gets turned upside down when a mysterious divinity chooses Phil to become his avatar of destruction! The newly named Torgheddon now struggles to resist his destiny and avoid bringing about the apocalypse through the most powerful weapon in his arsenal: passive-aggressive non-compliance. Some times being a giant lizard man isn't all it's cracked up to be though, and Torgheddon soon finds himself to be challenged on all ends by angry customers, two-faced managers, and demonic mercenaries. Will Torgheddon manage to balance his life and his new fate? Or will he succumb to the power that has been foisted upon him?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Raph Hallows
• Release date: Jun 11, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310818523

Raph Hallows

Just another man on a mission. What is that mission you ask? Only the very best (or at least the best I can produce) in entertaining writing. Writing is a passion of mine, and I'm hoping to share that with as many people as possible. Some of my other passions include participating Lucha, close combat weapons of all varieties, wrestling dinosaurs (still working on that one), and anything nerdy! If you have any questions, comments, criticisms, or ideas, please feel free to let me know on my facebook page or send me a message. Thank you, and I hope you enjoy.

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Cashier of the Apocalypse

by Raph Hallows

Published by Raphe Hollows at Smashwords

Copyright 2014 Raphe Hollows

All similarities any persons or companies are purely coincidental.

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Contents

Chapter One: Business as Usual

Chapter Two: Hell in a Handbasket

Chapter Three: Business as Unusual

Chapter Four: The Tallyman

Chapter Five: Assualt on Giger-Mart

Chapter Six: No Good Deed...

Chapter Seven: The Ultimatum

Chapter Eight: An Evening Stroll

Chapter Nine: Bringing Down the Tally

Chapter Ten: The Next Step

Acknowledgements

About the Author

Chapter 1: Business as Usual

Hey! Good morning there, Listeners! It's another great day here in Sanford! The sun is shining, birds singing, and just an overall good feeling is sweeping over the-

Phillip slammed his hand onto the dismiss button. The old clock radio buckled, but didn't break under his fist. Within a few more minutes, Phil got up and went to take a shower. As usual, it was just a bit too cold, but his complaints to his landlord hadn't really seemed to change anything, so he just kind of became used to it. After his shower, he looked into the mirror. The same features he always saw greeted him in the mirror. He didn't bother giving them much examination. He simply began his usual ritual: combing his hair, brushing his teeth, shaving his face. Pouring himself the last of his favorite cereal, he sat down for breakfast. He made a mental note to get some more. Groggily, he made some coffee, before grabbing his keys and getting into his car.

Another day in paradise, Phil mumbled to himself as he drove to work.

Giger-Mart was the up-and-coming retail store in Sanford. They had had enough success to open a few stores around the area, swiftly driving the surrounding small businesses to their knees with a combination of low prices, vast selection, and the company motto: Giger-Mart: The store of the future! Their motto had been passed down by their beloved founder Michael Gigerman. He had believed strongly in customer service, a powerful work ethic, and a strong relationship with employees. He believed that it was on that foundation that the stores of the future would be built. As it turned out, it was built on the bones of its competition and by the hundreds of underpaid employees. So he was only a little off.

It was to the original Giger-Mart that Phil drove. He had been there for more than four years, though it hadn't changed much aside from adding a garden center and food court. He walked briskly up to the break room and stored his coat, hoping that Stan wouldn't notice he was a little late. However, as dictated by the laws of irony, he turned right into him as he was about to clock in.

Oh...hey, Stan. How goes? waffled Phil.

Stan was a large man, tall, husky, and muscly. He kept his head shaved, and his only facial hair was a bushy, pepper mustache. Despite being well over fifty, Stan was a daunting, stern figure. Phil figured he got that from his time as a marine. His black shirt barely contain his large figure, and Phil always felt like Stan could have snapped him in half with a look if he had wanted to.

Yer late again, Phil, grunted Stan.

Just by a little bit. I got stuck behind a delivery truck. I think he was lost or something.

Stan glowered at him. No excuses Phil. You keep this up, and you'll be talking to George.

George was the head manager of the store. He pretty much ran the whole store, and a talk with him usually didn't bode well.

Yes, Stan, I understand, nodded Phil knowingly.

Stan gave him a smile and a rough pat. Just trying to look out for ya, Phil. You do good work. It would be a shame to ruin it by getting fired.

Phil nodded gratefully and clocked in. Putting on his name tag, he obtained his register assignment and then started his work. One by one, the customers piled into the store, each one a stereotype of some aspect of human life. Some chatted about their lives and the lives of others while others rushed through as quickly as they could walk, hoping to avoid any chance of even having to make eye contact with someone. Phil played his part in their story, quickly bagging their items while he asked each customer the same questions he asked them everyday (the template having been burnt into his brain from years of use). Occasionally he'd crack a joke through the smile he plastered on his face, and despite the pain in his neck, and the tired feeling in his arms he was always, Doing just fine! How are you?

The day dragged on. It felt like it was slower every time he had to