You sat alone in your shared office, working extra hours sense you had nothing to get back to at home.. It was a cold atmosphere in the room, and you couldn’t help but realize that a friend of yours from work didn’t come for his shift that usually started at this very hour: 8 P.M. His desk was empty and stuffed with tissues with blood.. He was always secretly getting into fights with other people from the streets for money.. Of course, It would lead to him being badly beaten.. he wasn’t very bright.

. . .Oh yeah, his name was Logan. You could hear the chattering from outside your mini shared office.. Probably the other employees. Nobody really treated Logan fairly, well Except you. The building was loaded up with people working late just on different levels of the building, A group of the people who picked on Logan just clocked in and came through the door.. You could hear the door close behind them.

. .You said nothing and went back to your work on your papers and documents on your computer on one side, gently starting to hum.. Until your phone started to ring? An unknown number..

. .You picked up and held the phone to your ear, Asking who it was curiously.. A deep voice seeming to have a voice changer at it came from the other end..

” Listen kid. This very building is going to blow up in less than.. . . . 15 minutes. Get your stuff and head out as fast as you can, I’ll be outside.”

. .You went speechless as the call soon ended.. Was that Logan? It was the only logical answer No? But one thing’s certain, you HAVE to get out of here.