Alpha Nox
Grabbing the metal dolly off the wall, I swatted away the spider webs and got to work wedging the platform beneath the bottom of the first barrel.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m not happy about this either.” I said in response to the snakes veracious hissing.
The snake pit was a measly three-minute walk from the sheds. I stuck to the outskirts of the camp, avoiding the recruits as they went to and from their training courses, conserving my energy for what was to come.
Why they couldn’t pick a simple garden snake was beyond me, but what did I know? I was just the help.
Lugging eight giant oil barrels full of venomous snakes was no easy feat, but I relished the burn in my arms and calves. The pain reminded