I groan as I step out of my car. My body aches. I place my hands on my hips and lean backwards, causing my spine to let out multiple cracks. I sigh in relief. Now, if only I could float into my apartment.
My feet pulse painfully with every step. I’ll have to come back to my car and wipe it down later. Being a CNA is a thankless job but it pays the bills. I yawn, causing my jaw to pop. I have a project that I need to turn in tonight. I have to thank my past self for deciding to be productive and finishing the project yesterday. Now all I have to do is press a couple buttons on my computer and go to sleep.
I limp my way all the way to the second floor. The apartment building does have an elevator, but I don’t like using it because it’s stupidly humid in that thing. I stop in front of my door and notice that it’s open. I take several steps back and pull out my phone to call the police.
But then I hear a click behind me. I turn around and face a guy in mask holding to my face.
“You can take whatever you want,” I say. “I never saw you.” There’s a loud bang before everything goes black.