I was working at a snack bar with Uncle J when I had to clean under a mezzanine.
I learned then that this space was used by employees of a large local telephone company as a rest and smoking area.
I know that when I tried to access this place, I had to break the wall to widen an access passage, and an unpleasant moment was explaining to the company's employees why it was damaged.
I believe the conflict arose because everyone believed it was possible to pass without destroying, and I did it out of fear of getting stuck. I am convinced it was necessary.
It took me a long time to clean up the mess, and when I went back to J, I thought he had already forgotten that I worked with him.
I was sad because I wanted the job.
J's snack bar was on the top floor of this commercial building.
As I was going up, I was informed that a disease had contaminated the building, and the infected people became hostile (zombies).
It was very difficult to get to the top. And the story ended up turning into an adventure of rescue and escape in a building taken over by zombies.
