Зеленая миля

Chapter 5

           ItwasactuallyPercy’sjobtotakeoneend,buthedidn’tknowandnoonehadbotheredtotellhim.TheChief,stillwearingtheblacksilkhood,wasloadedontoitbyBrutalandme,andwewhiskedhimthroughthedoorwhichledtothetunnelasfastaswecouldmanageitwithoutactuallyrunning.Smoketoomuchofitwasrisingfromtheholeinthetopofthemask,andtherewasahorriblestench.

           "Aw,man!"Percycried,hisvoicewavering."What’sthatsmell?"

           "Justgetoutofmywayandstayoutofit,"Brutalsaid,shovingpasthimtogettothewallwheretherewasamountedfireextinguisher.Itwasoneoftheoldchemicalkindthatyouhadtopump.Dean,meanwhile,hadstrippedoffthehood.Itwasn’tasbadasitcouldhavebeen;Bitterbuck’sleftbraidwassmoulderinglikeapileofwetleaves.

           "Nevermindthatthing,"ItoldBrutal.Ididn’twanttohavetocleanaloadofchemicalslimeoffthedeadman’sfacebeforeputtinghiminthebackofthemeatwagon.IslappedatTheChief’shead(Percystaringatme,wide-eyed,thewholetime)untilthesmokequitrising.Thenwecarriedthebodydownthetwelvewoodenstepstothetunnel.Hereitwasaschillyanddankasadungeon,withthehollowplink-plinksoundofdrippingwater.Hanginglightswithcrudetinshadestheyweremadeintheprisonmachine-shopshowedabricktubethatranthirtyfeetunderthehighway.Thetopwascurvedandwet.ItmademefeellikeacharacterinanEdgarAllanPoestoryeverytimeIusedit

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