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It was a long grueling week in the killing fields, Fred stumbled to the apartment complex one foot partially dragging behind along with blood seeping from around his neck. He loved being a joker card yeah, but he needed a break from being a warden to those damn sinners in the killing fields, they were getting smarter now, knowing how to escape out of the pit and over the firewall that surrounded the land.
Just a few more days and I’ll get a break, yeah.
Fred thought to himself, he kicked walked up the stairs, seeing some bum nearly sliding down the stairs drunk and bleeding. He took the time to sit themselves up before continuing on, when be got to his door on the top floor he kicked it open and flopped himself on bed, sighing to the cool hug of the bed.
Hours later he opened his eyes, they flicked to the side of the wall seeing a dark carnival poster he hung up a few years back. He got up sighing, rubbing the back of his neck- feeling the dried blood sticking to his hand, he got up feeling more groggy.
“Fuck, how long was I sleeping?”
He looked over at the window seeing the dawn beginning to rise the blazing sun peeking over the tall buildings.
Than his phone began to ring off, he picked it up- expecting it to be jack asking if they could hang out but instead it was… someone.. else.
“Heyo fried!”
“Fred,”
It was bang pow boom, his scratchy electric voice shouting through the phone. It pierced through the phones translation that when he continued talking only a loud ear-deafening pitched sounded through the apartment.
“Hey! Woah! Calm down!”
Fred shouted, covering his ears