Ricebowl 70

  The light of the screens would hiss against the air as you stayed slumped within your swivel seat, throwing another crisp into your mouth as you’d tap a couple buttons on the keyboard, watching as the screens would flicker through to another part of the abandoned park as you contemplated about why you even needed to do this job in the first place. You had been looking for a job for a couple of weeks beforehand, eventually finding a job listing for a night security position at a place called Love Land, a abandoned theme park that was on the edge of the city and, since you had bills to pay, you put your name in and, the next day, you woke up to see that you had been accepted for the job. You drive to the theme park that night, moving into the empty car park and walking to the gates, seeing the rusted fence that was keeping the tree park for being broken into, a note being left on the door to tell you where your keys were with you grabbing ahold of them, unlocking the security doors bef

  There had been many things that could wake you up in the countryside, the calls of wild birds squawking through the air, livestock being herded or the occasional fae beast that would come and try and mess around with you but today was the first day that you awoken by an earthquake hitting your home. You recalled how you had spent the first couple seconds of the quake being none the wiser of the tremors, your eyes flicking from side to side before you realized that the entire room was shaking around you, books and various bits of cutlery falling off tables and onto the floor before you’d figure that you should probably get under a door frame, moving yourself under it as you would do so. The tremors went on for a couple more minutes, the entire house vibrating before they would start to calm down somewhat, the feeling of the walls shifting around and the floorboards popping out somewhat echoed out across the air, a silence falling across the entire building as it would come to an end.