User:Blueduck1211/WIP/Roadkill

It was late. Very late. Dave knew this, but of course, in order to pay his rent he had to have a certain amount of hours put in his job at the bank. Despite the drudgery of his position as a clerk, he found it tolerable due to the higher salary. His dream job as a math teacher would have left him with little money to spend, which mortified Dave. Being somewhat of a shopoholic, frivolity made him happier than pursuing his dream career. He glanced at the clock, and noticed that it was a half-hour tilll closing time. Entrusted with the night shift, he figured that if anyone needed service, they would be smart enough to ring the bell or call for him.

After punching his card, he promptly turned off all the lights in the bank, locked it up, and headed home. His car, a fairly aged sedan, once a deep blue, waited in the dimly lit parking area, the sole occupant of the lot.