Zaks POV:
I was in Darryls bedroom, laying on my back, on his bed. I was scrolling through Twitter on my phone. I was bored. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. My ears perked up as I sat up, putting my phone down next to me. "Come in!"
The door opened, Lucas stepping into the room. "Sir, Darryl would like to speak to you about your coordination in office 6," Lucas spoke. "Alright," I say, slipping my phone into my pocket and hopping off the bed.
Lucas stepped to the side, allowing me to exit. "Thank you, Lucas," I said, walking out. "You're welcome, sir."
With that, I walked all the way down to floor one of the palace. It felt like walking a mile since the castle was huge! Finally, I made it to office 6. I opened the door to the office. A wooden desk was on the right of the room with a computer, glob, paper, and some pens on it. Comfy chairs off to the left. Lastly, a fireplace against the middle wall. Darryl wasn't there though. Perhaps he was on his way and I had to wait.
I stood in the middle of the room, my back to the door, staring at the fireplace. I wore a light blue hoodie, dark gray pants, with black boots up to my shins. I never really did like wearing 'royal clothing'. My tail swung happily behind me and my ears were up. I was excited to see Darryl.
All of the sudden, the lights turned off. I looked around the room but I couldn't see anything. "Darryl?" I called out.
Just then, I felt a hard, metal object slam down onto my head, knocking me out clean. I fell to the floor, a light trail of blood trickling from my head to the carpet, staining it.
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'~WARSICK: A Never Ending Battle~' Skephalo Edition-Book 1
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