Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32932951-20191227213715/@comment-33672197-20191229051346

Zachary paced around in the pathetic rat's nest he called an apartment. He was swearing up and down to himself, cussing himself out for making what he knew would be a mistake. His eyes darted around, the man cringing every time they eventually settled back on his wristwatch. He thought about just calling the whole thing off, it wouldn't really matter anyway since he was already late.

''Tick... Tick... Tick...''

Zach collapsed onto a decrepit couch and stared around his cluttered living room, trying to rip his mind away from the thought, but it always kept coming back. No matter how many times he told himself he would quit, within weeks he'd find another place and the cycle would just continue. It was like an addiction. The harder he tried to shove back that voice in his head, the louder it would yell at him, begging him to just try one more location. "Maybe you'll find something there..." "This could be different." It never was. They were all the same.

He should've realized that the second he signed that contract was the same moment he trapped himself for another week. There was no trying to escape it. With a defeated sigh, he forced himself to get into his uniform and prepared himself for another 5 nights of horror. Just as he was about to leave his apartment, he stopped, something catching his eye at the last moment. The man glimpsed over at a facedown picture frame.

Zachary slammed the door behind him and never looked back.