The beginning of a new piece of short story fiction. Here is a rough draft of the first chapter. Comments are welcomed, of course. I know there are typos and grammar errors, it is a rough draft, after all. That, and the main character isn't the most eloquent person.
by Chad Wilson
CHAPTER 1: GETTING AHEAD IN LIFE
As the sun began to set, the orange hazy glow over the KanTokyo burbs filled Jimmy's apartment window. He laid back on the couch and drifted off to sleep. The sounds of neo-pop beats from the nightclub next door vibrated his body. Jimmy did not have the cache or the cash to get into any nightclub these days, and this was the closest he would get tonight.
Just as Jimmy was about to succumb to the sandman, a heavy knock at the door brought Jimmy's attention back to his apartment. There was another heavy knock at the door. Jimmy yelled to the door, "Who is it?" A man's voice answered back, "Delivery." Jimmy walked over to the door and peered through the peep hole; he could see a young man in a white shirt, jeans, and holding a heavily-taped package.
Jimmy slowly opened the door and looked at the young man. The young man met Jimmy's gaze, then looked down and raised one eyebrow at Jimmy. Jimmy realized at that moment that he wasn't wearing pants. "Don't judge me", Jimmy said as he smiled, "Batman boxers are all the rage." The young man shrugged and handed it to Jimmy. Jimmy looked at the package in his hands, to the young man who was now walking away, then back to the package, "Oooooookay."
Jimmy placed the delivery on the kitchen table. On the package was written three numbers, 116. "Well", said Jimmy, "That is me. But heck if I can remember ordering anything...might as well find out what it is!" Jimmy dug through a kitchen drawer until he found a knife and began carefully cutting through the tape. The longer Jimmy touched the package, the more he noticed that it was cold. After he had cut through enough tape, Jimmy lifted the top off of the package, inside was another Styrofoam cooler. "A cooler version of a Russian doll thing?", he thought. A cat jumped up onto the table and meowed at Jimmy. Jimmy gently stroked the cat, "Well, that doesn't explain why it feels cold." The cat meowed and sniffed at the cooler, then jumped down to the floor.
Jimmy shrugged at the cat and carefully opened the cooler.
Jimmy's face turned and he fell down to the floor, his voice stammered, "Wha...wha...what the...?!" He paused to take control of his breathing, then pulled himself to his feet and looked into the cooler. "Yup, it is exactly what I thought I saw," and then quickly replaced the top of the cooler. Jimmy yelled at the cat, "Who sends frozen heads in coolers by package delivery?!" The cat meowed back. "No, I didn't order a severed head, stupid cat", Jimmy snapped back at the cat.
Jimmy paced around the table a few times, looked at the top of the package and cocked his head, "911? 116? Wait a minute! This must have been meant for apartment 911!" Jimmy was vaguely aware of the folks that lived at the top, "Cat, if this was meant for those chromes, and they find out that I have it, I am dead meat!" The cat circled a spot on the floor and laid down, then stared at Jimmy. Jimmy signed, "You are zero help, you know that?"