Victorian America - chapter 4

I wake up by the dawn's first lights, well wake up, that would imply that I had a proper sleep and honestly I didn't'. After my dozen beers, I tried to sleep but with the excitement and the rest... I dosed off around three in the morning but then woke up at each every sound of the night and, I can assure that the night is very busy in this world. I heard a couple of screams, a lot of wolves howling, a few gunshots, an explosion and even, at some point, what I believe was the first measures of Tchaikovsky's 1812 overture.

I take a quick shower and enter the seating area. Outside the window, the parking is empty. I look at the sad tables, I look at the miserable kitchen, I look around and suddenly I'm convinced that clearly I am not going to spend a single extra hour working in this joint. On one side there's a whole new exciting world out there for me to explore full of mysteries and Vampires and on the other side there's the highly rewarding experience of serving tea to frightened snobs in a crappy dinner by the highway in the outskirts of a third rate city. As I empty the register I have a moment of remorse but it soon passes. I leave a note to Susan, thanking her for everything, apologizing for the money and promising her I will reimburse her, no matter what. As if...

I find a backpack probably forgotten by a customer; fill it with a couple of spare uniforms that seem to fit me, some food, a few bottles of water, a large kitchen knife and the money. There's three hundred fifty pounds and some change. That should get me out of here unless I accidentally stumble upon a casino, but the chances of that are quite unlikely.