Tidbits And Such

A Summer Afternoon

The coffee shop was bustling and small. It served the best of everything, from their steaming croissants to hot coffee to cakes, they were simply the best. My grandma ordered two Iced coffees one for my grandpa and one for the next customer, as she always did. I fumbled with my coin purse to tip the barista, only to realize the only American currency I had on me way two dimes. I left the dimes and walked out to meet our little group on the patio.
My sister had her hair tucked up neatly in a hat and was complaining furiously to Grandpa as to why Donald Trump is a terrible president. Grandma broke up the two, and handed them each a pastry. I stole some of my sister's; she didn't mind. My sister and I kept trying to talk politics, but grandma kept cutting us off. We all ate and drank our assorted foods and beverages, chatting about our plans for the day. I sipped a glass of water, as my sister and Grandma shared a lemonade, and my Grandpa drank his coffee.
"Attention if you have hearing difficulties we suggest you leave the premises for our mandatory alarm test," blared a loud speaker not too far away. Grandpa asked Grandma if she would be ok. She patted him on the back, reassuring him that she's not as old as she looks. The loud speaker started to him from maybe 50 feet away mounted on a light pole. We continued talking about plans, and how my sister needed a shirt to go with her new pants. Grandpa grumbled something about shopping too much. It was difficult to hear over the ever loudening humming. Some people covered their ears. Through the blinding white noise I couldn't catch all of what the loud speaker was saying.
"All Those gxdgj who gdasfgbkkhfdss run," crackled the system.
The humming stopped abruptly. We looked at one another, all thinking about the weird glitch we just witnessed. I stood up, trying to get a good look at the speaker.
"You have 100 seconds," said the speaker in a completely unfamiliar voice.
"99," It began to count down.
The people sitting next to us were the first to take off. They sprinted into the surrounding neighborhood, a couple of others following after. Most of the coffee shop patrons just looked around, unsure of what to do.
"Not very good listeners, are we?" The voice was like drips of hot tar on our summer afternoon. After a moment of overwhelming dread and silence a short whizz sounded. Another filing second passed before a man with shaggy red hair collapsed on the ground. Someone screamed. Those who weren't already standing threw back their chairs and bolted. For a moment I was stuck there. The man didn't bleed as much as someone would expect, it was just a few red drips scattered on the pavement. Grandpa shook me and snapped me out of it.
"85." We all ran fo the grassy hill behind the shop. Someone screeched about how it was going to shoot everyone. Another yelled about it blowing up. We sprinted up the hill far enough that we were covered by the school building. Me and Grandma collapsed beside a tree.
"65." The counting stopped, and we inched down the hill to see the speaker
"I was just kidding have a happy Friday!" The voice chuckled. After a second, the rest of my family stood up. I didn't, I just kept motioning for them to stay down.
"72," crackled the voice.
"24." We all scampered up the hill.
"10." I took a deep breath.
"8." I tried to cover my head with my hands.
"5." My sister took my hand.
"4." I squeezed it back.
"3." There was nothing to say.
"2." Se we all just looked at each other.
"1." And held that look until...
"0."

This might be really bad cuz I wrote it at 5 A.M. after a fever dream. I'll get around to fixing it at some point.