Narrator's POV:
His cheeks hurt from smiling too much, the fluttery feeling remained in his stomach and his heartbeat for some unknown reason didn't want to go back to normal.
He's already been more than two streets away from where he got off the bus.
Encountering his little canary was a pleasant surprise for him.
Seeing as she usually likes to stay at home it was rather odd to see her so far away from the apartment.
'I'll have to look into this.'
He thought to himself as he strolled down the by now familiar street.
The modern city center soon turned into old flats the further he got.
The old building he was heading over to was near the outskirts of town.
When they elected Mr. Whateley one of his first decisions was to move his office over to the city center.
As he justified his decision:
“The city center is more spacious, and easier to approach then the street it can currently be found in.
Also, the local offices would be closer by thus making the process of transferring legal documents less time-consuming and pricey. And the other employees would have to travel less, which would result in less expenses when it comes to founding their commuting.”
The pebbles crunched under his shoes as he stepped off the main road.
Due to a construction taking place nearby which caused most of the lanes in the area to be closed off, there was only a side road that could be used by the drivers.
Pretty soon the white building showed up on the horizon.
Its roof was caving in at parts, the windows all broken and boarded up, the torn pieces of the yellow caution tape fluttering in the air like handkerchiefs around the frames.
Spencer walked around the main entrance and checked around the building to see if anyone has broken inside since the last time he visited.
Seeing no newly damaged areas he concluded that hasn't been an intruder.
He went over to the fire exit and pushed the rubble aside he has piled in front of it last time.
He opened the door which rested on unstable hinges.
The afternoon sunlight poured in through the new opening.
He stepped in and closed the door before locking it with his key.
He made his way down the dirty and abandoned corridors as he checked every single room for an appropriate place.
Most of the rooms were filled with moss, glass shards, carcasses, dust, vines and broken furniture.
The walls decorated with faded unsolicited graffities, broken tiles and wooden planks, and torn wallpapers.
The ceilings littered with cracks and spots formed by water and fungi.
Each and every room looked like a hazard to anyone's health and safety, and hell, we aren't even talking about the stench yet which filled all of them.
The smell of decay, feces, urine, dust and all types of fungi were so atrocious even the ones bearing iron stomach would empty its contests after just a single sniff.
'I swear, if this would be used as gas on the front line no one would stand a chance against us.'
He stopped mid-step as memories flooded his mind.
He shook his head to banish them back into the back of his mind.
There was no need to think about him again.
The deeper he got into the building the more room he found that have barely been tampered with.
A handful of them in particular seemed appropriate for their future use.
He pulled his phone out and took a picture of each.
Next he opened up the notepad and wrote up what he needs to purchase.
After he finished scouting the whole building for the first time he locked back up and left.
On his way back to his apartment complex he stopped by a few stores to get some of the necessary equipment.
By the time he got home his hands were full of plastic bags.
He set everything out on the counter.
Two bottles of paint remover
Groceries
Home decor
And an envelope of freshly printed pictures.
He took the items of his choice to the boxes where stored the rest of the things he'll use.
It was quite a collection already.
Plastic bottles
Clothes
Zip ties
Chlorine
Sheets
Mops
Blankets
Tape
Garbage bags
Sponges
Extra locks
He added the paint remover, envelope, and the food items which can be stored for a long time.
He placed the bag of decorative times beside the boxes before locking the storage closet again.
Seeing as he has finished the steps he planned to execute today he returned to his and succumbed to his desires again.
The pc turned on again and as the monitor lit the room up with its blue light again, he opened up the tab and started watching his love again.
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Canary /Discontinued/
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