I've been in construction my whole work in life. I started straight out of school ten

years ago and I spent much of that time in the move. Not a lot of people know this, but

when the job ends, craft workers are mostly laid off. Pipeters, carpenters, crane operators,

all gone. That means when you pick up our tools and head to a different job site, hoping

to get hired back on. Since the money's good, that's what I do. It's the life I've

always known. In a few years, I just travelled from one side of the country to the other, hoping

to find work. After my last job ended, which was about a week ago, I received word from

my old boss that his oil company was hiring. He said that since I was a good worker, I was

just hired. Just show up and get to work. Told him to give me a few days and I'll be

there as soon as I could. That's for the location. It was in some small town out in Illinois

called Brookfield. I'd never heard of the place before, but that was nothing new. Most

plants are built in the middle of nowhere. This is in case they explode. The loss of life

would be minimal compared to the same disaster in a city. The next morning, I packed up my

stuff and started driving. On the road, I called and spoke to some guy named Trevor over

the phone. I'd found him on Craig's list. He was renting a room and the price was about

what I wanted to pay. I'd love to have you. Through the phone, his voice sounded jovial.

I'd get some clean sheets on that bed and an extra set of blankets. It gets a little

chilly this time of year.

Oh, sir. Thank you so much. I'll see you when I get there, I said.

After driving for about ten hours, I finally arrived at Brookfield. And it was… nothing

like how expected. I've been to some rundown towns before, but this one right here. Their

downtown could have easily been made into a setting for the walk in dead. Most of the

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