No Lifes

Left behind

Max steeps out of the airport and tries to find his ride to his studio apartment.
"Are you Max Knots?"
Max looks through the crowd of people to see his older cousin, who he hasn't seen in almost 12 years holding a door open for a Kia.
"Yeah, that's me. How was your deployment?" Max said has he tore off his Dying Fetus jacket and threw it in the car on top of his 2 bags of luggage.
"Not bad. Blew up a house, banged a Middle Eastern chick, and drove a tank. Other then that it's nice to be back in Nebraska."

The two drove to Max apartment, that was being paid by his parents, and unloaded everything. All while making small talk about Max's life on the gulf coast.

"You worked on a what?" Kevin said with a 'what the fuck' tone in his voice.
"An alligator farm. Got to name one of the Gators there Corey Taylor too. It was awesome"

It's been almost 4 months since Max could remember being this happy talking to someone. After his old ex Chloe left him for the kid that bullied him for most his time, up until till now he felt, well, useless.

They arrived at his apartment and Max looked around his 1 roomed apartment, with a living room and kitchen.

"Another shithole, just like my old house. At least there's no fighting."

The apartment was already furnished with the help of some of his relatives. He walked around until he found his room and hung up all his posters around his room. He then took out and put a framed Slipknot Poster with all the original band members signatures on it. Even Gray's

"Ok kido, I'm off to work. I'll be back tomorrow and take you around town. We will also eat dinner with some of your relatives too. Schools starts today so you will be there start tomorrow. It's from 7:59 till 3:25. Have fun"

Max lied down in bed and fell asleep