10
The morning broke like any other, hard, and too soon to make the corner. I shuffled into my clothes, injected coffee into my veins instead of that pesky blood, and drove on autopilot to work. I parked my car and staggered inside to my forklift. The usual routine would have been to grunt at my fellow coworkers and get driving, all without switching off of autopilot. However, what I found inside the inventory warehouse was nothing. Everyone was gone, but there was a lot of noise at the front of the building near the employee lounge.
I made my way to the lounge and could feel the complete and utter jubilation before I saw it. My coworkers were laughing and talking, and someone had gotten in Stouten’s secret stash of hard liquor and were passing around the drink in a communal flask.
