Go on.
Check the med kits.
Restock, replace, refil.
Get out.
An easy job with enough pay to quieten most of her doubts and yet there was something wrong with admin block. The total lack of staff for one thing - no matter when her shift was scheduled she never saw a single soul and there wasn't so much as a colourful coffee cup to make the place feel even remotely used.
It was too clean, too new and yet too old for anything to make sense. The computers looked like something spat straight out of the nineties but the company website boasted that they only used the latest tech and they seemed to add an investor to their homepage every month.
Of all the questionable things in the offices, the one that nagged at her the most was why they needed so many first aid kits. There was at least one per room, even in the bathrooms and janitor's closet, with more scattered at random throughout the hallways.
To make matters worse she was forever replacing and restocking them. She dreaded to think just how many workplace accidents there'd been that week to warrant at least a new roll of gauze, more safety bins and as many burn dressings as she could safely cram in those worn boxes.
Some nights she thought she heard other people shuffling around a few doors down but she never seemed to find them. She stopped trying to find them when she found a bin full of broken jaws in one of the main offices - a blood-stained sticky note on top politely asked her to keep her distance from the workers.
Check the med kits.
Restock, replace, refil.
Get out.
An easy job with enough pay to quieten most of her doubts and yet there was something wrong with admin block. The total lack of staff for one thing - no matter when her shift was scheduled she never saw a single soul and there wasn't so much as a colourful coffee cup to make the place feel even remotely used.
It was too clean, too new and yet too old for anything to make sense. The computers looked like something spat straight out of the nineties but the company website boasted that they only used the latest tech and they seemed to add an investor to their homepage every month.
Of all the questionable things in the offices, the one that nagged at her the most was why they needed so many first aid kits. There was at least one per room, even in the bathrooms and janitor's closet, with more scattered at random throughout the hallways.
To make matters worse she was forever replacing and restocking them. She dreaded to think just how many workplace accidents there'd been that week to warrant at least a new roll of gauze, more safety bins and as many burn dressings as she could safely cram in those worn boxes.
Some nights she thought she heard other people shuffling around a few doors down but she never seemed to find them. She stopped trying to find them when she found a bin full of broken jaws in one of the main offices - a blood-stained sticky note on top politely asked her to keep her distance from the workers.
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