Jack Malcolm, A Fast Food Worker

Jack sighed while resting his head against his steering wheel. He’d blown it with Sarah at work earlier, and he didn’t know if he could face her again after…

He smacked his hand against the dash with an angry grunt, upset with himself as he finally got out of the car. Dressed in his uniform he didn’t look that great, the red, yellow, and black not doing him any favors. But such was the life of a fast food worker. He’d have to grin and bear it as he made his way home.

His apartment building was only a small walk away from his car, a lot longer than most would think because he was **** to park as far back from the building as possible. Didn’t want to ruin the look with his run down jalopy, would they, those bastards…

It wasn’t a fair life. It wasn’t his fault every college had too many students, that he had been **** out of his first home, and that he could only work in fast food. It wasn’t his fault that-

Unknowingly kicking something, a small thing skittered on the asphalt as he made it to the last line of cars before the building, making him look up from his melancholy thoughts.

On the ground was what he thought looked like a channel remote, long and black with silvery buttons all over one side. They were numerous, and had strange symbols that seemed to be etched into them. On the end was a silver antenna, pointed away from him and towards the apartment complex between two of the parked cars.

Curious about the find, Jack reached down and…