Walmart Security's Journal: Episode Eleven: Blindsided (Part 2/3)

The hail had worsened, and my entire body felt as though it were being slashed by a razorblade. I shivered with repulsion as the terror before me continued to edge closer. I watched as lightning flickered in the distance, and then turned to the creature.

âoeGet away,â I exclaimed, âoefor I have mace, and I donâ(TM)t want to use it!â I drew the canister from my pocket with great apprehension and began to spray. Shortly thereafter, I perceived a low growling sound of an indeterminate origin. I stepped cautiously toward the front door. And, after experiencing several moments of psychological entropy, I arrived there. During a power failure, however, the door requires anybody entering to insert a physical key. I reached hastily into my pocket expecting to locate a key, but was instead greeted by a few pennies. My stomach curled as they scraped together.

My hands trembled as I began to knock. Robert and Vickie, a night cashier, were apparently unable to render assistance. The hail, it seems, may have compromised their ability to hear my frantic knocking. There were other possibilities, of course, and I considered a number of them as I crouched near the building. Robert did, after all, often aspire to become a regular James Bond.

It was then that two lambent headlights appeared in the distance. Perhaps the driver of this car would annihilate the creature that had been stalking me. Or, I thought, perhaps it was in fact the creature. At that moment, however, I became hopeful. A man whom I almost certainly recognized stepped out. He wielded a sawed-off shotgun.

I looked toward the SUV. The luminous silver paint glistened as lightning struck overhead. I observed a shimmering object affixed to the car, too, and focused to examine it. I recoiled in horror; it was a three-pointed star!

âoePeter Geralds,â the man shouted above the thunderous rain, âoeI promise to donate at least two of your body parts to science!â

TO BE CONCLUDED