How to Bury Tommy Perez (a tutorial by Sailor Wizel)

TW: A little bit of gore and mentions of blood

It was incredibly dark out the morning Sailor buried the boy.

A certain panic can rise through your body when something like this happens, but Sailor was surprisingly cool for someone who had just killed someone. It might’ve had to do with the anger management classes she had been in. Every time she dug the shovel into the dewy grass, she took a deep breath and breathed out slow and controlled, just as Ms. Pierce had instructed her. In short, no panic or urgency was inflicted on Sailor and she got the job done incredibly fast.

Now, Sailor hadn’t meant to kill Tommy Perez. It had just happened. It was almost like fate the way Tommy had managed to step onto the road just as Sailor’s navy blue 2005 Honda Civic drove by. Initially, Sailor had been scared, but it passed as soon as she took those deep breaths. Obviously, she was going to be fine.

You might be wondering just what Sailor Wizel was doing out at two thirty in the morning. To tell the truth, Sailor didn’t quite know herself. In fact, she had just woken up about midnight with a sudden urge to go for a drive. She had done loops on her street and then, when she got bored of that, made her way out of her neighborhood and down Poplar Road.

You may also be wondering why Tommy was out and about. Honestly, no one knows. It could have been many things, from a late shift at Hotdog Supreme to picking up his sister after she had a nightmare at a sleepover. He could have even just been out walking! Nevertheless, Tommy Ophelia Perez met a quick and painful death at the hands of one Sailor Wizel, at the time of exactly two twenty-seven on an oddly warm Tuesday morning.

Sailor had gotten out of her car quickly, surveying the damage. Tommy was very obviously in bloody pieces along the road, but he was still relatively together. Thankfully, Sailor had her friend Courtney’s bright rainbow unicorn blanket in the back of her car, so she grabbed it and scooped Tommy onto it. She carried it over her shoulder and tossed it into the trunk. After that, Sailor got back in her car and drove home.

At this point, it was about three AM. Sailor realized that she had school in about three hours, so she needed to get this done fast. As soon as she arrived at home, she rushed into the garage and grabbed everything she needed: rubber gloves, a shovel, and a couple roses from her mother’s garden. Sailor quickly slid back into the car and began driving again.

She arrived at Silver Lake Park at about four, solely because Sailor lived in a very maze-like suburban neighborhood with identical houses and street names like ‘Magnolia Blvd’ and ‘White Water Way’. And, the park was twenty minutes from the outside of her neighborhood. Eventually, though, she did arrive and busied herself with collecting the supplies from her trunk, as well as the smelly corpse of Tommy Perez.

Admittedly, Sailor had never been to Silver Lake Park, mostly because she happened to be allergic to the Silver Appleyard, a type of duck that had somehow arrived in her town. They lived in the park by the fountains and spent their days begging people for food. Sailor had found out that she was allergic through an unfortunate encounter with one of the Silver Appleyards that ended in very swollen limbs and a rushed trip to the ER. Therefore, she never went in there, but today she had to.

Sailor had enough knowledge about these ducks to know that they were not nocturnal. So, she knew that everything would be fine as long as she was quiet while burying Tommy. Sailor trekked into the park almost imperceptibly. The only thing that would have shown she was there was the slight in and out of her breath, and that was already silent enough. As Sailor crept through, she kept an eye out for a perfect spot to bury the boy. It was hard to find a good place since the park was barely a park; mostly, it was just a large sheet of grass with a small pond and a handful of trees. Nevertheless, Sailor did find a spot.

Under the willow tree.

This specific willow tree had a tire swing on its lowest branch and very large, sweeping leaves that tickled Sailor’s nose. Sailor knew she probably would have enjoyed this spot, but it would be hard to enjoy knowing that Tommy Perez was going to be buried six feet under it. Not exactly cheery.

There was a problem, however, with this tree. Right underneath the tire swing, one of the Silver Appleyards was sleeping. Sailor knew that there was no way she could be quiet enough to keep this duck from waking up. So, she did the only thing she could do.

With a swift swing of her shovel, the duck’s head was sliced clean off. Sailor dry heaved for a second, watching a couple ounces of blood trickle out of the decapitated Silver Appleyard. Sailor checked her phone, gasping as she realized it was five in the morning and that the sun would be rising in only an hour. Her breathing resumed, slowly and refined, and Sailor relaxed as she began working again. She had to, otherwise she’d be caught.

Sailor worked her shovel into the grass, digging up dirt and worms with each scoop. The blanket she was using to hold Tommy was fully soaked in the seventeen-year-old’s blood and the duck, too, was soaking the grass thoroughly with its own. Sailor knew she had to move fast. Quickly, she finished digging and moved over to the two corp.

First, Sailor picked up the blanket. She turned it over and dumped the contents into the hole and then placed the blanket over top. Next, Sailor grabbed the shovel and threw some of the already moved dirt into the hole until it created a nice cover over the blanket. Finally, Sailor placed the duck on the top and covered it, too, with dirt. After patting it down, Sailor preached a sigh of relief at her handy work.

Silently, Sailor walked back to her car, sliding the tools into the trunk and herself into the driver’s seat. She took a deep breath, checking the time. Five fifty-five. Sailor had just made it. Now she just had to get home and take a shower before school.

With a sigh, Sailor started the engine and drove off, just as the sun began to rise in front of her.