My heels cracked as I walked. I didn't have time to stretch when I got up, I had to rush out the door and slip on my boots in a hurry. My legs were numb and sore, adding to the pain. God dammit. I wish I've thought this job meeting out, the pain and stress was already enough at home. I needed money to move out and this job paid well apparently. I had no idea where it was and the instructions on this sheet I printed out were confusing, leading me down alleyways and broken neighbourhoods. I arrived at a warehouse, a few minutes ago, and that's where the directions had stopped. The warehouse had sealed off the entrance at the front and since then I've been looking for a door I could go through. I've circled around the building twice, but there was still no door. Fuck. The only possible way to get through is
