I stayed at home for a little while longer. Thinking about what I could do, and where I could find a job. I didn't realize how low I was on cash, and my mom has practically cut me off now I've finished college, so I couldn't ask her for help.

I figured that I could get a part time job until my results come back. I needed to pay my rent at the end of this month, so I'll take what I can get. If I went to Walmart, I could buy some food, and hand in my resume there. I could take it to a few other places on the way as well. That'd in turn give me something to do over the next few weeks as well. I did need something to take my mind off my exam results.

It was decided. I pulled myself up off the couch and as if on queue, I yawned. I checked the time on my phone. 1.00 p.m. I'd wasted quite a bit of my day just doing nothing. Luckily I had some resumes printed off, and I'd gotten ready to go out after my shower this morning. I'd probably be much more likely to find a job, if my resume wasn't so geared towards Graphic Design and Software knowledge, but I didn't have any ink in my printer, so there wasn't any point in wasting time typing up new ones.

From past experience, and old high school friends handing in bogus resumes to big chain stores, I knew that they wouldn't be fully read anyway. They will just be looking for someone who could meet the requirements that they needed, not someone who had a passion for retail work, or anything like that.

Walking to Walmart was not a very long journey, but it did involve walking through a rather shitty end of town. It was the sort of place that gets your anxiety going wild, and the sort of place you didn't mind adding an extra half an hour onto your journey to avoid. If it was getting dark, I most likely would go around, but the sun had started poking through the clouds a couple of hours ago, and I was in a rush.

Leaving my apartment building, I couldn't help but notice how much like a prison it all looked. It wasn't the sort of thing you'd notice unless you had nothing else to think about. I hadn't meant for this to be anything more than temporary accommodation, but unless I get into the field of work I want to be in, there's not much I can do about it. The 'garden' surrounding the building was overgrown and rather awful, each plant fighting against each other for a glimpse of the sun. I say plants, they're more like weeds. Even prison's have a better kept outdoors than this, and part of my rent pays for the upkeep of the property. That money was most likely being used to buy drugs, seeing as the maintenance guy lived a couple blocks down, in the street that was the most notorious for crime. I'd seen him around my building a few times, always nipping in and out of the same guys apartment, leaving with a wad of cash.

I paid no attention to anything as I walked. There were loud bangs and car alarms echoing in the distance, but this wasn't the sort of neighborhood in which you would want to investigate these sounds. I thanked my lucky stars that I lived in the nicer part of the shitty neighborhood. It seemed to be worse the further into the area you went. It was very noticeable. The more you could hear the hustle and bustle of city life, the houses started to have a nicer appearance.

A few streets, a couple of alleys later, and I was standing on the edge of the park that separated my small town from the city. It was an okay park. There wasn't anything to it really, and it was mostly empty and plain. There were people dotted around the grass, mostly on the half closer to the city, but not many. It wasn't the best day for a picnic, and I wouldn't be surprised if everyone had decided to stay indoors.

The ground was uneven and soft, indicating that we might have had rain overnight. This could also be because the fountain located on the shit side of the park, had been bashed in right where the spout was, sending the water a mile out of it's way, returning only half of it back into the fountain, and depositing the rest on the floor.

I kept my head down for the rest of the walk, stepping out of the way of people walking around, and dodging the odd few dogs that were making a bee line after their toys. Luckily the road I needed to cross to get to Walmart had a crossing on it, otherwise it would've been a nightmare to pass. There seemed to be a hundred cars going past every minute, each one blowing my hair back in the most unflattering way possible.

It took a solid five minutes for the cars to stop, and by that time there was a small gathering of people all impatiently checking their watches, or tapping their feet. This was soon followed by cars revving their engines during the walk over the crossing. I never understood what was so important to these people, that they couldn't afford to lose two minutes out of their day. Most people overtook me and made their way towards the complex of offices nearing the end of the street. I did not envy them, in their business suits, all connected to some kind of blue tooth device, going back to their cubicles to spend the rest of their day loaded with stress and displeasure. My day however, wasn't really going to be any different. I was stressed and displeased, I was just going to be spending it on my own terms.

Walmart car park was practically empty. Which only made the extremely fancy cars parked near the front of the store all the more visible. There was an SUV like car parked almost center front, shining like it had been cleaned four times this week. Walking past it, there were quite a few contraptions inside the car that looked as though they were put there to hold cameras. Most likely a vlogger. They were becoming almost normal these days with YouTube being as big as it is.

I thought nothing of it as I walked through the automatic doors into the shop.