- Joined
- Nov 10, 2015
- Location
- South East USA
Jason awoke with a splitting headache. Apparently he had a bit too much to drink at the office party last night. They had been celebrating a new merger and decided to throw a big party with games and raffles and everything. He vaguely remembered something about having the winning ticket, probably a toaster oven or something stupid. He got out of bed and walked to the bathroom to comb his messy brown hair and shave. He didn't have work today but even at twenty-five he had long ago learned the benefit of looking like you gave a damn even on a saturday. Once he was passable he decided to go down stairs and get the paper. He had a nice two story house in a neighborhood nice enough to warrant it's own paper service. The front yard was mostly barren save for a few bushes along the front of the house while the back yard sported a large magnolia tree that dropped leaves like they were going out of style.
He opened the front door in just a t-shirt and sweat pants expecting just to bend down and pick up the paper but instead was surprised by a delivery man who was equally surprised that he didn't have to ring the door bell. "Must be eager to get this package huh?" He joked and handed Jason a clipboard and pen. Still half awake and a little confused Jason took the path of least resistance and signed for the package. The delivery man then got behind a very large, it was person sized really, pet carrier that was on wheels and had a sheet over the front. He pushed it through the door and into the foyer then left with a very well practiced "Have a nice day."
Jason still wasn't sure what was going on, where was his damn newspaper? What was this box in his house? Why didn't he have any coffee in his hand? On that last note he turned and walked into the kitchen to make coffee. A few minutes later, mug in hand, he felt equipped to handle the world and walked out to the foyer to lean against the entry way and stare at the sheet covered end. "What the fuck is this supposed to be?" He muttered to himself and sipped his coffee.
He opened the front door in just a t-shirt and sweat pants expecting just to bend down and pick up the paper but instead was surprised by a delivery man who was equally surprised that he didn't have to ring the door bell. "Must be eager to get this package huh?" He joked and handed Jason a clipboard and pen. Still half awake and a little confused Jason took the path of least resistance and signed for the package. The delivery man then got behind a very large, it was person sized really, pet carrier that was on wheels and had a sheet over the front. He pushed it through the door and into the foyer then left with a very well practiced "Have a nice day."
Jason still wasn't sure what was going on, where was his damn newspaper? What was this box in his house? Why didn't he have any coffee in his hand? On that last note he turned and walked into the kitchen to make coffee. A few minutes later, mug in hand, he felt equipped to handle the world and walked out to the foyer to lean against the entry way and stare at the sheet covered end. "What the fuck is this supposed to be?" He muttered to himself and sipped his coffee.