"Matthew, go clean up the mess on aisle five, will ya?" Matthews manager, Toby McWire asked. Matthew was working an eight-hour shift. From two to ten P.M. It was currently eight-thirty. "Yeah, sure thing, boss." As he walked towards the isle, a chill was sent up his spine. He turned around and noticed that the store was oddly empty. It'd make sense though, after the new rule was enforced. A woman was standing in the aisle, trying to clean up some of the spilled vinegar with her handkerchief. "Ma'am, don't worry, I'll get it." Matthew insisted, helping her off her knees.
"Oh gosh, thank you. I really am sorry. I was trying to reach the vegetable oil and my finger hit the wrong thing." She said with a worried but humorous expression. He reached up and grabbed the vegetable oil. "Nah, it's all good. I work here for a reason. Say, what do they call you?" He asked, setting the oil in her cart with a kind gesture. "Pardon?" She asked, confused. "What's your name in other words." He simplified. "Oh, my name is Melissa Schneider." She replied with a warm smile. "Well it's nice to meet you, Mrs. Schneid-" Their short introductions were interrupted by shattering glass. "What was that?" She asked, backing up.
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HorrorSomething is off... maybe it's the smell in the air. Or perhaps it's the sickness going around. Or maybe, just maybe it's the bodies dropping around Ashwood. Someone is wreaking havoc. No one knows who. All they know... is that they wear the same tr...
