Aubrey Eden Davis
There's a clicking sound...
You're so keyed up, it takes you a second to realize it's not a creak on the stair, but the door latch coming open. You slip inside.
The layout of the apartment is similar to yours, though these guys have a bigger bathroom. But that's where any similarity ends. Where your's, even though it's a false sense of hominess, is made to look lived in, this apartment is meant for sleeping during shift changes, and that seems to be all.
There is a set of bunk beds pushed against one wall. A couple of small computer desks with utilitarian looking swivel stools are set against the other. There are a few changes of clothes in the bedroom closet, half pushed to one side and half to the other, with the desired Scales Uniforms hung in between them.
Other than the flat screen TV, that's it.
It's that flat screen though...
The TV isn't set to receive cable, dish, or even local. It's plugged in to a local feed. Even with no one here, messages are scrolling across it.
<b>LEADER LOVES YOU AS YOU SHOULD LOVE LEADER
Remember: You Were Nothing To Them. You Are Everything To Us.
After the Day that We Arise, there shall be no more lonliness. No one shall weep. No one shall mourn. We fight not against the World, but for it.
You have your uniform.