Blacked Out

"The rest have more work, you can take your time here, all day if you like," Gray shrugged with a smile on his face.

There was nothing funny about the work I was given, it was ridiculously annoying. The entire place was so scattered that there was no path to move in. Bags, boxes, clothes, shoes, old drawers, old frames, shelves, name it.

"What died in here?" I squeezed my face in disgust when the smell of rotten food or animals met my nose.

"That must be the fridge, I honestly thought they had thrown it away or cleaned, I have no idea why Lance wants it to stay, anyway I'll leave you to it. I'll come check on you later or send someone else, good luck."

With that, he hurriedly made his way out of the place, possibly also irritated by the foul smell from the fridge.

I had no idea where to begin, I hadn't even had breakfast and my head was still aching seriously. I suspected that I was sick, but I had never been sick in a long time. Even when I did fall sick, it was either from a fight