Sam the Security Guard
Posted: 18 Jul 2011, 16:36
So I am keeping a journal, thats right, thats how fucked up my life is at this moment. Now lets get a few things out of the way so whoever reads this after they find my body buried know the great man I was.
I am Samuel Wallig. A second generation Irish Immigrant from the great city of New York. My life was tough, I have always been a bit... Big boned ya see and I have suffered a bit for it, but lets move on from what my early life despite beatings from my father who was a cop and boxer and the kids at school life was pretty average.
I work security for a private firm, I moved from New York because it seems like most keep security on a whole other level there and so I moved to Harper Rock. The simple life. Well my first, that’s right FIRST ASSIGNMENT was for a new lab that had opened up.
This is where my journal starts folks, this is why I am writing this stupid thing, I met the man whos going to kill me.
Oh I know what you're thinkin you fuckin cop yeah I know your reading this right now, thinking that kindly old man he could barely walk let alone kill me with all my skills. WRONG so fuckin WRONG.
Excuse my cussin but, I aint lying to you. If your reading this I am dead and its HIS fault. Alright here's the evidence.
OK so I walk in the first day, and I am told by some crazy blonde chick, I think she is one of the scientists that I am to go speak with Doctor Staus.
Yeah thats right he expects you to call him doctor. What a load. Anyway so I walk into this library full of science stuff, its all science, just shelf after shelf of all this stuff I would fall asleep to before I turned the third page.
I am still readin James bond, its paper back, you know its really good I recommend it. A girl on the internet recommended twilight next. (I like reading books based on movies what can I say)
Now its the middle of the night apparently this lab is open 24/7. and I was told to arrive 9pm (I am the night-shift in this crazy place.)
So I walk in on this guy getting changed into some medical slacks or somethin. In the library I mean I get its his place and all but its a friggen library. He was coming out of a creepy back room I cant access (No I didnt knock what was he gonna be doin? Reading a dirty magazine please?) immediately he looked displeased, he had that older man scowl on his face. Now you think hes old crotchety, he aint his arms are friggen huge, he looks like he worked at a slaughter house or he was a boxer it was friggen crazy. That old son of a ***** is built.
Anyway he scolded me like I was a fuckin kid and as a guard I have to be nice to my boss so I just nodded my head, and damn his German bites, I feel like hitlers shootin me orders or sumthin. copper, you I know your still readin this is damn interesting.
Anywa
Crap its him.
I am Samuel Wallig. A second generation Irish Immigrant from the great city of New York. My life was tough, I have always been a bit... Big boned ya see and I have suffered a bit for it, but lets move on from what my early life despite beatings from my father who was a cop and boxer and the kids at school life was pretty average.
I work security for a private firm, I moved from New York because it seems like most keep security on a whole other level there and so I moved to Harper Rock. The simple life. Well my first, that’s right FIRST ASSIGNMENT was for a new lab that had opened up.
This is where my journal starts folks, this is why I am writing this stupid thing, I met the man whos going to kill me.
Oh I know what you're thinkin you fuckin cop yeah I know your reading this right now, thinking that kindly old man he could barely walk let alone kill me with all my skills. WRONG so fuckin WRONG.
Excuse my cussin but, I aint lying to you. If your reading this I am dead and its HIS fault. Alright here's the evidence.
OK so I walk in the first day, and I am told by some crazy blonde chick, I think she is one of the scientists that I am to go speak with Doctor Staus.
Yeah thats right he expects you to call him doctor. What a load. Anyway so I walk into this library full of science stuff, its all science, just shelf after shelf of all this stuff I would fall asleep to before I turned the third page.
I am still readin James bond, its paper back, you know its really good I recommend it. A girl on the internet recommended twilight next. (I like reading books based on movies what can I say)
Now its the middle of the night apparently this lab is open 24/7. and I was told to arrive 9pm (I am the night-shift in this crazy place.)
So I walk in on this guy getting changed into some medical slacks or somethin. In the library I mean I get its his place and all but its a friggen library. He was coming out of a creepy back room I cant access (No I didnt knock what was he gonna be doin? Reading a dirty magazine please?) immediately he looked displeased, he had that older man scowl on his face. Now you think hes old crotchety, he aint his arms are friggen huge, he looks like he worked at a slaughter house or he was a boxer it was friggen crazy. That old son of a ***** is built.
Anyway he scolded me like I was a fuckin kid and as a guard I have to be nice to my boss so I just nodded my head, and damn his German bites, I feel like hitlers shootin me orders or sumthin. copper, you I know your still readin this is damn interesting.
Anywa
Crap its him.