08-06-2019, 06:51 AM
[align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height:13px;"]Zero had a job to do. It was mind numbing, sure, but it needed to be done. As he neared the storage entrance, he set his torch on the holster next to the door, setting his key into the lock and opening it. His notebook of the last inventory taken was set inside, and Zero pulled it off the crate, looking carefully at the goods inside. It wasn't just food, it was medical supplies, it was weapons that were stored here, and Zero would hate to lose anything important. Food was replaceable, but some of these weapons were passed down from the people before.
Sure enough, everything seemed to be in order. There wasn't much of a history of thievery in Asphodel (thank god), and Zero wasn't particularly a suspicious man. But still, checking up was important.
Sure enough, everything seemed to be in order. There wasn't much of a history of thievery in Asphodel (thank god), and Zero wasn't particularly a suspicious man. But still, checking up was important.
you and your pity don't fit in my bed