After
breakfast, I’m off to work. I stride carefully, confidently down the bleak
hallways. Every so often, a door appears, doors I know are already locked, but
I could easily guess on what’s inside any given door in this hall. In another
minute or so, I reach the right door. I raise my wrist band to the scanner, and
it gives off an automated beep. The door’s lock pops, and it swings open. For
the umpteenth time, rows and rows of gleaming skulls grin at me eerily. Three
of the walls or covered in shelves, in which are covered with skulls. On the
fourth wall, the wall the door is on, are drawers, filled with the other bones
of hundreds upon hundreds of people. Every time I walk into this room, my
stomach lurches, and I try my best to keep my face from becoming a sickly shade
of green. The Official to the right of the door hands me a packet of paper
clipped to a clip board. Numbers stream down the page, with blanks in front of
each. We check each skull for their number, marking a check for present and
question mark for missing skulls. Some of the other jobs we do at work include
counting the skulls, sorting the bones in the drawers and plenty of other
gruesome tasks. Of course, I had to be good enough at organization and math to
be sorted into this work category, just my luck. This job takes a little over
three hours, and when I’m done, I’m off to assist with waste management. Again,
just my luck.
I have the next few parts written, but I wanted to leave this one like this! The next one will probably be tomorrow!
~Youngmusician77
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