Nobody wants to look into their fridge and witness an undesired emptiness: no food to eat. A homeowner looking into an empty fridge is like an artist staring at a blank canvas or empty book: something should be there to cover up the empty space. For Samantha, an empty fridge would make it harder for her to create amazing dishes in the kitchen.
Heading out early in the morning to get some grocery shopping done for a few things, Sam’s trip goes from a simple grab and go, to a mission to sneak around being seen by a specific person.
Motivated by possibly getting praise and head pats for getting what Alexis asked for, Sam does everything she can to make sure everything ends in her favor. But like usual, she ends up forgetting something.
Huh, it’s not looking too bad in here. I should still start writing a list of things we need though so I don’t forget.
“Eggs, eggs, eggs… Did I write bread and milk on the list, too?”
It isn’t easy being me. My entire job revolves around customer support, fulfilling calls and orders from my boss and other bullshit clients who don’t have the balls to do the job themselves. Then again, the pay for my line of work is pretty damn high, so I can’t really complain.
But when one of the calls I get involves shooting down a well-known cop hellbent on trying to crack down on crime and drug trafficking in the city, it makes you realize that the city is a lot more dirty than what the public can see.
Thankfully I have my trusty rifle in hand ready to shoot down whoever I’m assigned to.
Plus I get a bonus pay of beer along the way, so that’s a win for me too.
Blindly, I stick my hand in the bag and feel around until I can get a grip on what I was searching for.
“Sweet, I still got one left.”
Patrick and I decided that tonight we should go out to get some drinks. After a long week inside of the office, staring at computer monitors all day, there’s no better way to unwind than to get drunk and go on long, endless rambles.
I expected that we would both have some of the usual wife tales and stories about our shitty childhood, but I felt like I was the one who learned something new tonight.
Patrick was more than just a muscle head.
Patrick lifted his shoulder to get a better look at his tattoo. It was a simple, but highly detailed depiction of a yin-yang symbol done with one fish being the white part and another fish for the black.
“Oh, this old thing? It’s nothing special.”
A young girl in search of her missing sister heads to the last place she was expected: an abandoned mansion. What secrets will the girl uncover as she searches for her older sister? She has no idea what awaits her behind those doors she’ll have to enter through.
“That’s Hikaru’s hair ribbon…”
“Did they want me to find it?”
Emotions begin to take shape as Jakuzure has to deal with a potential rival. It seems Satsuki has something planned that involves Ryuko, but what could it be? A possible war couldn’t be on the rise again, could it?
“You alright? Seems like you got a grudge against somebody.”
“You wouldn’t uderstand, Monkey.”
With a security guard at her side, Ayane makes for the final push to find her brother. However, she finds two people on the fifth floor. Who will she be able to save when it’s time to escape?
“We need to get out of here. something’s happening to the hospital and we nee–”
“I know. I saw some crazy long haired woman crawling around.”
Things are beginning to become more clear as Ayane continues her search for her brother. Getting caught by the creature, somebody rushes to her aid and rescues her. But do they have an ulterior motive?
“Are you alright?”
“Thanks for the save.”
“No need to thank me.”
In search for her brother Satoru, Ayane starts traveling between floors hoping to find more clues as to where he went. In darkened hallways and creatures roaming around, will Ayane be able to find her brother before it’s too late?
“What the fuck?!”
Ayane cries out as she goes for another swing, this one hitting the creature in the head again.
Nineteen year old Ayane Nagano goes to visit her hospitalized older brother for some time. After falling asleep for just a little bit, she wakes up in darkness and has to endure the horrors that waits. What lurks within the darkness?
Assuming that was the situation, Ayane heads for the room door again. Right before she grabs the door knob a loud, male voice begins screaming from the other side of the door.
“That sounded like Satoru!”