Short Story Of Howard Danielson's Slaughter House

His alarm sounded at 5:30am and the shrill sound echoed off the walls of the sparsely furnished apartment. He rolled out of bed and trudged towards the kitchen, the cold linoleum floor feeling uncomfortable under his bare feet.
The man wasn’t what you would call good looking. He was slightly overweight with greasy, unkempt hair. His face was round with uneven stubble and little cuts around his jaw and chin. His eyes looked mean and glassy, adding to his unsympathetic appearance. The man’s eyebrows were unruly and stood out from his small hooded eyes. His name was Howard Danielson and he was 47 years old. His appearance, however, made him look about 10 years older. He only wore baggy, unfitting clothes in dark tones. He was not the type of person you strike up a conversation with at a coffee shop or a grocery store. Grumbling, Howard made himself a coffee, leaning on his counter, absent-mindedly …show more content…
At the end of the lane was a huge grey building resembling a factory. It was windowless except for a glass door leading into the office. Danielson’s Slaughterhouse was written in large red letters above the garage door. Howard crammed a heavy set of keys out of his jacket and opened the door, stepping into an immense room. Right away, the cold air and sickly smell hit him. Accustomed to this, he shrugged off his jacket, replacing it with a warm zip-up hoodie and a lab coat. He proceeded to wash his hands and put gloves on, starting his day’s work. Howard had purchased the run-down factory years previously, when he desperately needed to start a new life. Killing pigs had never bothered him, he quite enjoyed having the power over another creature’s life. The look in their eyes as their heart ceased beating gave him satisfaction. He often thought that they looked at him, the way James had, that stormy Saturday night, many years