You sigh as you spy another car go by. Over the course of a day you’d see maybe a dozen cars go by and just as many trucks. Maybe. Sometimes not even that. Occasionally a coach would go by, but why would they stop here? There was a small town less than three miles away, which offered more than just fuel and snacks.
The only reason the place was still open was… actually, you weren’t entirely sure how the place was still open. You decided you didn’t care. For the Nth time. You’d been working at this place and living in the small apartment upstairs for nearly eight years. Eight years since you fucked up so badly that your entire future went down the drain.
You shook your head, clearing it of such dark thoughts, when the bell rang. You glanced at the camera that looked at the door, and saw a figure on the crappy black and white footage. You raised your eyebrow. It had been a day or so since somebody had come here. You wondered who they were.
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