Today was one of those days where you should've just stayed in bed. Everything you did seemed to cause some sort of negative response. You couldn't even talk to your friends without accidentally irritating one of them.

After you had taken your lunch break, you went into the ammo room to count clips. You realized that one box seemed a little high, but you figured you could reach it. You were wrong.

Once you grabbed the box, you felt it tip too far forward and it came crashing down on you, dragging other boxes with it.

When everything stopped crashing, you opened you eyes and turned around slowly. Keegan was staring at you, a look of pure rage on his face.

"Are you fucking kidding me? I just organized those!" Keegan yelled. He stormed toward you.