Theme 015 - Chores (about 1,035 words)

Chores. There were chores. Almost always. He had chores. Almost every day he had some chores to do. At least a list of three or four things to do or help the grunts with so things move faster. Rex didn't like chores. None of them. He hated chores. Just hated them. With a fiery passion. But he had to do them , no matter how much he tried to get out of doing them or skip out on them he ended up just doing them anyway and all he did was waste time. So he just had to suck it up and do them as soon as he could and as quick as he could. It was easy most of the time and was better then the hard work outs of training but it was simply boring. The most boring thing ever as the fifteenth year old put it. Surely there was more boring stuff to do, like watch paint dry. 'At least he was doing something productive something that he had to put his mind to sometimes' Agent Six had said. Rex sighed. That didn't help him stop being bored to death while he completed his chores. He was always going to complain as he did his chores.

Just stacking crates. One after another as he did inventories and took EVOs from the jet loading bay to the petting zoo. What a bore. There was also Sweeping. A bore and it made him sneeze. How can a floor so shiny and clean looking actually be so dusty? Rex didn't know and didn't care. He just wanted to get done. That was what he cared about. To go hang with Noah is what he wanted or to watch TV and play video games. He preferred training or smashing EVOs then this stuff. He rather be at a morning meeting then doing chores, and those meetings were very boring. So boring that he almost always fell back asleep until Agent Six woke him up roughly with a brisk shake.

He looked at his list of things to do and figured he would start at the top. He started with the first thing. Sweeping the back halls near storage. Great. Just great. As if. He found the broom in it's usual location in the storage closest in the back of the room and began the chore of sweeping up all the dust and dirt and what ever that littered the seemingly clean floor. He had to admit the floor it get noticeable shiny as he swept the dust away. Unfortunately that dust went away into the air. It tickled his nose and before he knew it he was in a sneezing fit. Even with all the sniffling and sneezing he managed to get the task of sweeping done rather quickly and was happy at his work. With one thing done he moved down the list to another task.

He finished one chore and moved on to another chore on the list. He chose the one that was next on the list. EVO transport. He went from sweeping to helping stack creates in the storage room. Fun. Totally fun. Not. Why did he have to do this stuff when they had grunts to do it? Ones who's job it was to do this stuff? Rex figured it was to help keep him out of trouble and so the work go done faster or something. He had to admit work did go by faster when he had the smack hands to help carry stuff. He stacked one box after another. Finally that week's shipment had been stacked up and ready for use. He checked the task off his list and went on to the next one. Helping carry EVOs in from the hanger to the petting zoo. Easy. As long as they did not escape or anything like that.

He headed to the hanger and used the smack hands to lift a crate in each hand and headed to the petting zoo where some grunts waited to unloaded the EVOs from the crates. Rex headed back to get another two crates and back to the petting zoo. He did this three more times and he was done. There was only ten or so crates today. Most were already brought  to the petting zoo and there were not many EVO outbreaks today or lately really. So after the few trips of carrying crates of angry and snarling EVOs he was done. With no incidents. This time. Lucky. It was easy.

That was all that was on his to do list for the day. He was done with his chores and he could not be any happier about that. He even had free time now. He deiced to head to his room and play some video games while he waited for training to start or for an EVO to appear. Which ever one that would came first. Who knew. It was a slow that it seemed. So maybe it would be training before any EVOs came about. Maybe he would go see Holiday before then. He had not seen her yet today and was due for a check up after all. Who knew what the rest of the day held , if he would have time for that if an EVO or two appeared? He already beat this game and was just running around doing random stuff so he shut he game system down and turned his TV off then went over to Holiday's lab to see if she was busy or not. If she was busy Rex figured he would go find Six. He paused in thought, also where was Bobo? Rex thought about it he hadn't seen the monkey all day. Usually he came with his during chores. He sat and watched and made jokes. Making things less of a bore. Rex decided mid way to the lab to try to find Bobo instead he knew where Holiday and Six where but not his monkey friend. Might as well find him and complain about how he was not with him during the chores. As boring as chores were, not having anything to do was worse. But at least his chores were done.