You wake up again and look around. The cell phone with a cracked screen in your pocket informs you it is 3:38pm. Very little sun gets in through the only small window in your deluxe storage unit, but it is enough to show the way to the corner where you relieve yourself every morning. After straining for a few minutes, 3 new stools are added to the pile. You inspect your feces and cannot decide if the red on top is blood or digested fruit roll ups. Well, Sr Lopez, it's time to get back to work. You sit down on your bed of leftover Kamala Harris 2024 signs and pull out your phone.
Inventory: phone charger, cigarettes, lighter, pocket knife, kill list (draft), wallet (empty), 1x condom, animal crackers