How could she be dead? Did they kill her? I swear if those jerks killed her I will slice their throats with their own weapons and burn down the whole facility.
"John, is it?" The old man said to me as he walked over cane in one hand, robe in the other. I nodded. "She burned as Mack tried to get her by the fire. She freaked out and rolled into it." He hands me the rope as a young man cuts my hands loose. I don't hesitate to put on the robe.
"Come on John. Lets take a tour."
He leads me down this very dark hallway. There are 7 doors lining the walls. He opens the door at the end of the hallway.
I can't believe it. In front of me was a big, and bustling factory. The aroma of cinnamon, and sugar fills the air as a man walks past me with a pan with freshly made cinnamon rolls. My head turns in the direction that he is walking in and see a bakery, a bank, and a restaurant! There is a loud whistle and all the workers stop what they are doing. A worker working in what looks like a forge yells "LUNCH BREAK!!!" People rush up the stairs eager to go eat. The old man chuckles
"John, Welcome to The Hole. This is where you will be working sleeping, and eating for the time that you will spend here. We need to get you clothes, a weapon, and an un paying job. Go meet Tommy in the bakery. If you get out with a roll, I'll think about paying you.
I walk over to the bakery. Tommy is setting up an elaborate display in front if the bakery. "Tommy, how are you?" I ask as he turns around
"Do I know you?"
"I'm new."
"Oh. Well welcome, what brings you here?"
"Nothing, it's just that you are the first person that I was told to meet." I slip my hand behind me as I lean onto a rack of biscuits.
"Oh, well feel free to stop by anytime!"
He says as he walks into the shop and opens up.
"Will do!" I respond as I walk back up to the old man.
I hand him the roll and ask him where to go. He walks me over to a small shop just near the bakery. He opens the door and a very perky woman appears from behind a stack of boxes.
"Hello Mr. C, and noobie. Hiya! My name is Tina! I run Tina's Teeny Tiny Tailer shop! Where every thing is tip top but our prices which are to DIE for! How may I help you?" She spits out quickly and bats her fake eyelashes.
"John here needs suitable clothes for the next few months. You know how cold it gets on these winter days!" He says with a smile. If this keeps up I will start to wish I didn't come here.
"Terrific!!!! Come this way Jeremy!" She says as she pulls me into the dressing rooms.
"It's John,"
"Potato, Tomato same thing!!!"
She pushes me onto a chair and goes off to look for clothes for me. She comes back in less than 5 minutes. She shoves a bag of clothes to my chest pushing me into a dressing room. For a small woman, she sure is strong. I take everything out and try on my first "outfit". It is a red flannel, grey beanie, torn blue jeans, and red Converse high-tops. I come out of the closet, not like that, and Tina is squeaking. "Omg, Jeremy! You look terrific in that out fit! Go try on some other things!" I go back in and try on everything she hands me. I am set with 15 pairs of pants, 20 shirts, 20 pairs of underwear and socks, and some dirty red Converse high-tops. I go to the register and Mr. C is trying to pay, " I'm sorry sir. New clothes are free for any new people," she leans to the left and says to me "Have a terrific Tuesday! Thanks for shopping at Tina's Teeny Tiny Tailer Shop!"
We walk over to a small building and sign me up for a job. A very muscular, tall, but surprising nice lumberjack greets us as we walk in.
"Hey Mr. C, and company. What brings you to this fine establishment?"
"Buddy boy over here needs a job. Have any jobs that don't pay?" He said he would think about getting me a PAYING job! Then again, what can you expect from a 60+ year old man who wears a stained Pierce the Veil shirt with basketball shorts and thinks he is somewhat presentable to go out.
"Sure thing! I have: a mason, a teacher, a police officer, a doctor, a lifeguard, a demolition expert, a coal miner, a baker, and a night watchmen. So what shall it be?"
"Surprise him! He will be good at anything!"
Actually, I burn easily, I'm scared of policemen, I don't have a degree, I'm not good at wiring, I hate small dark rooms, and I'm afraid of getting mugged. But I'm good at baking!
"Baker. I want to be a baker." The man nods and writes it down. He tells me I start tomorrow.
It takes long, but we eventually get to the Arms Shop. We walk in and are bombarded with guns, and knives.
A man comes out of the back room with a scar crossing his face. Looks at me, grabs my arm, and squeezes it. He nods and goes to the wall and gets a shotgun, and a hatchet. He hands them to me, and as quickly as he appeared, he disappeared into the back room, not saying a word.
We walk out. Mr. C tells me to go talk to Peggy who owns the housing program. I jog over to the big house and it is painted green, with a nice white finish. I see a lady on a ladder painting a flower onto the front of the house.
"Peggy?" I ask and she turns around.
"Yesa?" Peggy responds with a thick Irish accent. "Ooh dearist, you must be John. Everybody has been talking about you! I figured you were going to come, so I already reserved a house for you. It's down ,the street to the left. It's fairly big! You can't miss it! You will be sleepin with Joey, Mack, Tommy, and Derrick! You are going to love them because they are so nice!"
"Surprise!!!" Everybody yells as I walk through the door and they walk up to me and hug me. Tommy, we know, works at the bakery, and Mack works at the employment building. Derrick, he works as a mason. "Where is Joey?" I ask as I see a man walk out in an orange jumpsuit. "He is marrying Tina in a month!"
"Let me guess, he is Jumpy Joey who works at the Jumpsuit Palace?"
"No, he works at a law firm down the road." Derrick corrects me.
"Tommy, I start work at the bakery tomorrow!" I say to him.
"Then get in the kitchen, lets see how good you are!"
