Fiction: Group 3
And so Sam and I sat at the room again, with a small laptop showing the activities of the workers.
"Shouldn't you be looking at the air duct?" I asked him.
"Dan, you were hired to be a night security guard and look out for any robbers. Also, the attacker would
obviously realize that something was up." Sam answered in a low voice.
I nodded and went back to looking at the screen. There was nothing much really, and this was also mainly
why I chose to do this job. I began to feel drowsy, but I forced myself to stay awake. The attacker could
come anytime soon. As I was about to close my eyes and take a 2 second nap, a sudden clattering sound
made me jump to my senses. And on the floor, was a dusty, black clothed man. On his shirt, was only the
too familiar logo of my old job's factory.
The woman stormed into the room, glaring at the man. "I called the police already, they'll be coming here
soon."
The man was still in a daze, obviously confused. Me and Sam had already tied him up tightly, preventing
him to escape. The man struggled to get out of the ropes, but obviously he wasn't strong enough. Grunting,
he asked, "What do you want from me?"
Sam opened his mouth to say something, but his face was as red as a tomato, furious. Looking out at the
small window. Sirens were blaring outside. The man struggled even more, his eyes wide when he knew
what was going to happen. The police rushed to the room, and arrested the man.
A few days later, this was in the news - the demonic factory I used to work in was now closed, since their
CEO got arrested for trying to harm other factories. Apparently we weren't the only ones being affected.
Most factories along the Pearl River Delta also had been suffering from these attacks too. Other than that,
my salary got a rise too.
Maybe I was wrong about this being the worst after all.
