Post by Derick Creed on Jan 18, 2017 8:31:57 GMT -5
{Time Skip: three months, January}
Standing at the Vehicle Garage, Derick stood with his hands on his hips at the open bay door. He had on winter camouflage cargo pants, his boots, a white shirt and a dark brown leather bomber jacket. He was looking over the area outside as it was snowing yet again. For three days straight, it has been clear sunny skies. But today, it was snowing and there was no sign of it letting up any time soon. Moving away from the bay door, he pushed a button that was on the wall and the door slid down shut. After the horde attack three months earlier, some people up and left the island fearing that next time another wave hits that the walls wouldn't hold the attack. Some of these people were mechanics. So it left him and the Asian female he yet was to learn her proper name short handed. He was stuck pulling double shifts and even triple to make sure the vehicles were in tip top shape. Walking over to the deuce and a half, he undid the latches on the sides and lifted the hood up/ Climbing up, he began his task at checking the engine over first. Pulling out the dip stick, he saw that it full with oil. Nodding his head, he slid it back in and went to checking the rest of the engine. "Nothing out of the ordinary. She's still in running order. But I better go check under this beast and see if there is anything wrong."
Hopping down, he went down onto his hands and knees and crawled under the massive truck. Taking out a flashlight from his back pocket, he turned it on and looked over everything. Seeing hard packed dirt, he began to clean it off of the truck as the dry dirt fell to the ground. Once it was done, he looked over everything. Everything was fine. Crawling out, he yawned loudly as he slowly stood up. This was one of those days he had pulled triple shift. He hadn't had time to go home and rest or even get a shower. Going over to the mechanic's table, he grabbed his cold cup of coffee and drank the rest of it. The black bitter drink hit him hard and fast. Shaking his head a bit as he was the only one in the shop. The boss of the building wasn't in yet because she was sick and had a sore back. So it was all on Derick's shoulders until she was better. Leaning against the table, he just looked out the window as the snow fell. His body ached and was yelling at him to go to bed. That he needed to get some sleep. Dark bags formed under his eyes as he worked hard. Pushing himself off the desk, he walked into the main building and went into the employee's lounge. Placing his coffee mug next to the coffee maker, he poured some of the still steaming hot coffee inside of it. Picking up the mug, he sipped it and went over to a round table and pulled out a chair where he sat down on it.
Standing at the Vehicle Garage, Derick stood with his hands on his hips at the open bay door. He had on winter camouflage cargo pants, his boots, a white shirt and a dark brown leather bomber jacket. He was looking over the area outside as it was snowing yet again. For three days straight, it has been clear sunny skies. But today, it was snowing and there was no sign of it letting up any time soon. Moving away from the bay door, he pushed a button that was on the wall and the door slid down shut. After the horde attack three months earlier, some people up and left the island fearing that next time another wave hits that the walls wouldn't hold the attack. Some of these people were mechanics. So it left him and the Asian female he yet was to learn her proper name short handed. He was stuck pulling double shifts and even triple to make sure the vehicles were in tip top shape. Walking over to the deuce and a half, he undid the latches on the sides and lifted the hood up/ Climbing up, he began his task at checking the engine over first. Pulling out the dip stick, he saw that it full with oil. Nodding his head, he slid it back in and went to checking the rest of the engine. "Nothing out of the ordinary. She's still in running order. But I better go check under this beast and see if there is anything wrong."
Hopping down, he went down onto his hands and knees and crawled under the massive truck. Taking out a flashlight from his back pocket, he turned it on and looked over everything. Seeing hard packed dirt, he began to clean it off of the truck as the dry dirt fell to the ground. Once it was done, he looked over everything. Everything was fine. Crawling out, he yawned loudly as he slowly stood up. This was one of those days he had pulled triple shift. He hadn't had time to go home and rest or even get a shower. Going over to the mechanic's table, he grabbed his cold cup of coffee and drank the rest of it. The black bitter drink hit him hard and fast. Shaking his head a bit as he was the only one in the shop. The boss of the building wasn't in yet because she was sick and had a sore back. So it was all on Derick's shoulders until she was better. Leaning against the table, he just looked out the window as the snow fell. His body ached and was yelling at him to go to bed. That he needed to get some sleep. Dark bags formed under his eyes as he worked hard. Pushing himself off the desk, he walked into the main building and went into the employee's lounge. Placing his coffee mug next to the coffee maker, he poured some of the still steaming hot coffee inside of it. Picking up the mug, he sipped it and went over to a round table and pulled out a chair where he sat down on it.