Day Nine

JUNE 3RD 2024 UPDATE: SAVES MADE BEFORE THIS DATE MAY HAVE ISSUES DUE TO SCORING ADJUSTMENTS

'Mornings were easy when you don't have a job to worry about.'

That was what Ethan kept telling himself, a mantra he repeated in his head. The idea of getting a job offends something inside of Ethan he can't explain. Up until a couple of weeks ago, he had a great job, and now...

Sighing, he gets a glass of water. He had money saved up, but not much. Grandma left him the house, but none of her money. He did have some savings, but not enough to last forever. Chugging the water, he decides he should at least talk to Sam.

He mills about the house for a bit longer, procrastinating, fixing up the place and checking the fridge about half a dozen times. It was still early, so he knew he had time before he had to-

'No,' he thinks, snapping himself to attention. 'I need to do this now.'

Spending the next twenty minutes actually getting ready, he heads out with his head heald high, on his mission to meet with Sam.

...Although he isn't too keen to.