Issue # 1 Negative One.Issue # 1 – Negative One
Another hot day in Austin Texas. Michael looked out onto the set and sighed deeply, quickly taking a swig of his canteen filled with his Jack Daniels. He looked down at the wooden picnic table, almost all the food that had been on it was now gone, as he walked down towards the producers and writers attempting to plan out the next scene, they were filming a horror movie. A zombie movie to be exact, the scene they were filming involved the main characters girl friend being chased by a zombie. The scene would play out so that the dress would be torn, she would be thrown to the ground and the zombie would bite into her neck and she would be zombified. Michael walked down the steps of the patio and greeted the writers announcing he was back from his break.
“So how’s the scene going?” Michael asked putting his canteen safely into his left breast pocket and shaking hands with the writer who had approached him.
“Thank you for coming out Mr. Church, the scene is going well we have everything set up already!” The writer said awkwardly avoiding eye contact with Michael and shuffling his feet.
‘Come on, it’s been three hours and you just have it set up?!’ Michael thought angrily but held it back for he was lucky to get this contract with such a large budget.
“Alright let’s start it up already, it’s gonna be a long day…” Michael said sighing and taking another swig from his canteen.
Kara’s ears rang as someone pressed the bell at her desk and she rushed over to answer. She was a 16 year old girl and her father was good friends with the owner of the Driskill, Dakota Lafierre. He managed to convince him to let her intern there and he worked her harder than she had ever been worked. But she liked the experience and knew it would look good on her resume. Kara was a fair haired teenage girl on the shorter side, about 5 ‘3. She had light green eyes and wore her suit and was sweating from the heat in the office, her mini fan on her desk unfortunately not sufficing. She turned to see her boss staring at her from across the room, a line of customers staring at her impatiently.
“I’m sorry how can I help you?” Kara’s go to sentence flew out as she scheduled the remaining customers for the rooms they had called in advance to reserve, a lot of people were coming in this week for a local companies event, RTX. Kara herself was going and it seemed like every customer wanted to talk to her, had she seen the cast before? Talked to them?
“I’m sorry I need to get through the line.” Was what she responded with when someone would ask her anything not relating to the hotel, her boss giving a nod of agreement every time she said it. When she was finally done her boss walked up to her and nodded.
“Good work Miss Mathews, you may go home or to your event.” Dakota said impatiently dismissing his friend’s daughter, he was paying him the salary she received and what good business man would dismiss free labour?
“Thank you Mr. Lafierre.” Kara said and ushered herself out as quickly as possible, she was always uncomfortable around him but decided to just let it go and leave as soon as possible.
Dakota went up to his office after replacing Kara with one of his senior employees, he locked himself in the room and teared his hair out and he was having another episode. Dakota was a victim of multiple personality disorder. He thrashed around his room and punched the door, he was hyper ventilating. He picked up a bottle of wine that had been left for him and threw it at the window, the glass cracked and the bottle shattered when it hit the floor. Dakota was on his knees on the ground panting when a few men threw themselves into the door making a loud bang, Dakota hurriedly fixed his hair and sat down on the chair near his desk. When the men came in they looked around, shrugged their shoulders and looked at the broken glass.
“Just leave!” Dakota yelled and they stumbled over their words and attempted to defend themselves.
“W-we thought there was an intruder…” They said unsure of why the bottle was shattered.
“Leave and never come back, you on the left you’re fired!” Dakota screamed at them and threw the flower vase at their direction still clutching his skull. The two quickly ran out of the door and shut it behind them.
“Minus one…” Dakota said shirking most of his duties and slumping back in his chair. He turned on his television to find a news story about losing communications with almost all of Europe, Russia and North/South Korea. Dakota changed the channel but there was nothing else on so he turned off the television and threw the remote at the wall and walked out of the room, then out of the hotel. He decided he needed to blow off some steam, he decided to go to that event Miss Mathews was attending.