Weird Dog

My name is Henry. I, uh, well I started this job a few weeks ago. Been here about a month now. It's a pretty easy job. The pay is good. Hours are good. Quiet part of the industrial park. Not a lot of shops out here, let alone running a third shift. A lot of homeless and stray dog packs. They, ha, they gave me a gun. Some pistol. I don't know why. Pretty sure it's illegal. My boss said there's a shotgun in the vault. He also said if I shot someone I'd be fired on the spot so I don't know why there are guns. Any way, just started my shift, so I should go do my rounds. Can't wait to finish tomorrow night. I'm ready to start my weekend.