End of Time
Frank was a thirty-three-year-old office drone. He worked at a downtown tech firm as a network specialist. He currently sublets a house owned by an old friend named Jeremy and his wife Brooke. The sun light shone through the blinds of Frank’s room. Frank groaned and rolled around in his bed, trying to get back to sleep. He had a long night prior at work and rewarded a day off from the office. He had every intention of sleeping in until noon, at the very least. Groaning, he looked at his alarm...