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28: Weirdmageddon

A wave of bright colors washed over the town as I approached the mystery shack. My car stuttered as I skidded to a halt at the sight of a 40 foot tall goat, leaving a burn out mark on the pavement. "Holy fuck!" I yelled, throwing my door open. I looked around as I ran for the shack. Things were going crazy. The water tower had turned into a monster and wondered off. "Stanley!" I yelled as I pounded on the door, seeing the totem pole approaching.

The door opened and Stan's hand pulled me in, slamming the door shut. "What is going on out there, James?"

"How would I know?" I asked. "I was on my way over to help you look for Mabel!"

"It was like a wave of weirdness washed over everything. The goat was just suddenly 40 feet tall!"

"I saw that part too," I said. "What do you think is going on?"

"Remember those old rock albums?" Stan said. "The covers on the records?"

I looked at him. "Really? The end of the world?"

"Yeah," Stan said. "The apocalypse."

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I glanced at the door, still unopened after seven hours. "Uhg! I can't take it anymore..." I stood from the chair. "Stan! Where are you?"

"In the pantry!" Stan called back.

I walked into the pantry. "Stan, I can't stay in this damn shack anymore! I have to see."

Stan shook his head. "I know James... and I know I can't stop you..." Stan reached up to the top shelf and pulled down two guns. A rifle with a strap and a pistol in a holster. "Take these. There's extra ammo in the boxes. You know how to use this, right?"

I took the shot gun and clipped the pistol to my uniform's dress belt. "Damn right I know how to use these. Gotta protect yourself somehow when the cops won't do it." I grabbed the ammo box from the shelf and loaded the pistol clip, locking it in place. "I'll bring anyone I find back... if nothing happens to–"

"Don't say that." Stan stopped me. "Don't ever say something like that." Stan passed me more of the rifle ammo. "Be back by dark, James."

I stared at Stan for a second before I hugged him. "Thank you, Stan."

"Heh," Stan chuckled awkwardly. "Yeah."

I released him. "Sorry. I'll be back before dark. Keep an eye on the tv for any news." I took a deep breath and started out on my expedition.

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I trekked through the town shooting down one of millions of eye bats whenever I could. I eventually came to the high school. I heard a noise from the opposite side of the marquee. I put my back to the marquee, pulling the handgun. I jumped around the sign, pointing my gun at whatever was there. It took less than a second for me to realize my gun was pointed at a blonde little girl. I holstered my gun. "Hey..."

She looked up with a start. She had makeup running down her face and her clothes were so torn they were hardly enough to cover her under garments. "M-Mr. Porter?"

"Oh kid..." I shook my head as I undid my button up. "You're Pacifica Northwest, right?" I offered her my button up, leaving me in my undershirt.

"Yes..." She pulled the shirt tight around her.

"Well, come on." I offered her my hand. "I can take you to safety."

Tentatively, she took my hand. "You're pretty buff for an old guy."

"Uh..." I rubbed the back of my head. "Thanks?" I peeked around the sign and drew my gun. "Do you know where anyone else is?"

"No..."