HappyMaskMidna

Just another night working the graveyard shift at the corner drug store. You sit back in the tall chair behind the counter with a magazine, knowing no one was going to come in this late. You flip through the pages, not really paying much attention to what's on them, trying to make time appear to move faster. Hours go by like this. You find yourself organizing the rows of cigarettes and gum packages behind the counter by color. Finally, there's five minutes left until your shift is over. You grab the keys begin locking up. You're about to lock the last door when you see a man running at you. You groan. Technically, you're not allowed to turn