31 Days Of Flash Fiction- Day 6

Happy Sunday, everyone!

Hope you enjoy this one!

Monday Morning Blues
His head ached.
The echo of whiskey beating in the back of his skull, a war drum of pain.
The shower helped very little since there was no water. He cussed.
A rat waited for him on the dining room table. It had a finger in its mouth, turning it for the meat. He sighed and walked past it to the coat closet, donned his suit.
When he opened the door the fires weren’t burning as strong as the night before.
But the stack of bodies was higher.
A hundred feet high.
He whistled a little inside the containment suit as he picked up his shovel and got to work.