[ WP ] Write a story from the perspective of a guard in a stealth game .

It was one of those days. You know, like when you get up on the wrong side of the bed, or that one particular moment in your morning up routine was slightly altered in the most insignificant way, but it completely threw you off, but you ca n't do anything but keep going. Hell, life is n't gon na stop for you just because you happen to have a bad day. Reality does n't work that way. As how most things work in life, you bite the bullet and go about your merry way. 
 To get you up to speed, I work a graveyard shift as a security guard for a medical facility. I know what you're thinking. “ Oh, do n't you just sit back and watch TV all night then collect a paycheck and go home? ” While the job is simple enough, basically make sure there's no intruders or nothing out of the ordinary going on after hours in and around the building, it's a mind numbing task. Yes, you sometimes get to sit in a office with a bunch of screens while you sit on your ass, but you wo n't be watching TV. All you'll do is sit there staring at empty corridors for a good solid eight hours. If you even think about trying to watch TV, well, the jokes on you because none of those TVs are hooked up to an antenna or cable, and if you take out your phone to stream something over 4G, then your ass is terminated. 
 If you're lucky you get to walk around in the dark with an occasional nightlight on so it is n't completely pitch black. You walk down the hall, check the rooms, then go to the next hall. Now you might be thinking, “ But do n't you get scared walking around in dark rooms of a medical facility? What if there's ghosts or zombies like from Resident Evil? ” Sure, yeah, maybe the first couple times, but once you've walked down the same corridors for years, there's nothing to be afraid of. You'll know the place like the back of your hand, and the location of every squeaky tile, the bathroom with the leaking pipe, and the few computers that are left on that at first appear to be glowing eyes, but now it's George the Ghost hanging out in the computer lab, just as bored and miserable to be there as you are. 
 Anyway, going back to what I was saying earlier, today was n't my day. For whatever reason I got out of bed a few minutes later than usual. “ I'll have time, ” I assure myself. I go and turn on the coffee maker that I prepared before I went to bed six hours earlier and take a shower. Nothing out of the usual happens then, but once I get out and expect a full coffee pot, I notice there's nothing in it. The damn thing's broke. I have no coffee. 
 “ Fuck, ” I say to myself. 
 How the hell was I suppose to stay up all night without coffee? I was already running a little bit late, but now this meant I was gon na have to swing by Starbucks and waste more time. And let me tell you, I tried going without coffee once, and I swore to never do it again. You do not go without your coffee unless you want Mr. Sandman to come up and smack you across the head with a two by four and knock you unconscious. 
 I get to Starbucks, wait in line, grab my coffee, and get the fuck out of there. By some luck I manage to get to work on time. I fumble in my pocket for my ID, almost accidentally drop my coffee ( which would force me to drive back to Starbucks, because fuck work without my coffee ), and slide the card through the card reader next to the large steel door that locked the world out. 
 *ERROR* 
 If that was n't the damnedest thing. I put my coffee down and swipe the card again. Then again, and again, each time frustration inflating like a hot air balloon in my head. 
 “ Having trouble there? ” 
 A coworker of mine shows up. 
 “ How'd you guess? ” I asked sarcastically. 
 He walked up and slid his ID, opening the steel door. 
 “ Do n't want to blow up before you clock in, ” he joked. 
 I gave the guy my fake laugh as not to hold us up any longer than needed and got to work. 
 And lo and behold, it's my lucky night. I get to walk through the darkness tonight. I drink half my coffee and place the rest in a small worn out fridge that we kept in the surveillance room. I'll walk half my shift, take a quick break back at the surveillance room for ten minutes, then do another walk around. I'm not the only person walking these halls, mind you, but with the way it's set up it's gon na be a long while before I see another breathing soul in this place. 
 So there I am, walking alone in the dark with my flashlight on, whistling Crazy Train. The tune echoes down the hall with a squeak of my feet in beat with the song. Walk to a room, look around, walk to next room, look around, rinse and repeat. As I'm checking the rooms my mind wanders off as I pretend I'm on a beach in Hawaii, soaking up the sun. I'm on autopilot at this point. I've ran this track so many times that I could probably do my whole shift blindfolded, but that'd defeat the purpose of being paid to look around the place, would n't it? 
 I check in on George the Ghost then continue on. A little while later I'm walking by ol' Miss Leaky Pipe, tip my hat in acknowledgment, and continue on my way. Every night it's either this or sitting on my ass, gaining a few pounds. Crazy Train's been going on loop for over an hour at this point. I turn the corner and-
