Gotta GO!

For just a moment, you linger behind. Your eyes dance across that snake curling down his leg... but you pull yourself away.

Trying to chase away the memory of your landlord's monstrous girth, over the next fifteen minutes you dragged your bags up the two flights of stairs.

Walking down the left side of the hallway, you eagerly approached apartment 223. Reaching to the side of the door, you pulled the keys out of the drop box and reached down to unlock the door, stepping in with anticipation.

It wasn't large. As a matter of fact, it was exactly three rooms... and that was stretching it. On the left side as you stepped in was a small area to cook in and a fridge. It wasn't a kitchen as much as it was a hallway, as ten feet across on the right side was a door that lead into a yellow-wall stained bathroom.

Closing the door, you step into what else remained of the apartment, which was pretty much just the bedroom. A queen sized bed, a television on a stand, and a little corner chair. Honestly she was impressed, she hadn't expected the place to be furnished. That was going to save her a lot of running around and worrying about money.

It was meager... but honestly? You already felt more at home than she had back in Larsville in a long, long time.