Alone at Home (or is he?)
Argo had woken late, with snoring that probably would have been loud enough to wake the dead if there had been any on the property. Fortunately, his snoring caused no zombies, but he did seem to find himself alone in the Champion's headquarters when he did wake. After a shower, he dressed and headed into the kitchen.
Corey had left a note stating there was food in the fridge for him, with instructions--patient, careful, and precise instructions--on how to reheat it.
As he let that reheat, he checked the external security camera. Mitzy, Cindy, Candy, Mandy, Daphne (Mmm... Daphne), Sheryl, Carol, Bessie, Alice, Caitlin, Caitlynn, Cait Lynn, Mary Anne, Ginger... It was a light crowd today.
And yet... debauchery was not in his heart today. Oh, certainly, he had partaken in it from time to time in recent history, but he was not as sure his heart was as in it as it once was.
His food finished heating, he headed into the living room to turn on the TV. Clash of the Titans was in the DVD player still, and he decided an additional viewing would be acceptable fair.
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