As Good As Dead

Samuel opened the cupboard by sliding it towards him, revealing a variety of tools organized inside. From those tools, he picked up the pocket knife and slid the cupboard close with his knee, pushing it back in. He walked out of the storeroom and sat on the couch of the lounge. 

He pulled both his hands above, placing them on his knees such that they would face him. His hands holding a pocket knife, and the envelope he had received from the military officials in the broad daylight. 

He held the two things together in either hand, pointing the edge of the pocket knife to one of the edges of the envelope, tearing it open slowly. 

A couple of different forms were inside. He passed a deep sigh, knowing it was going to take a long time to read the bundle of papers, let alone understand them. He never understood rules and regulations, so it was going to take even longer.