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fandomtownies2005-09-28 08:33 am
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Emporium is open
Having recovered -- somewhat -- from the whole "zombies attacked my town" thing, Michael flips the sign on the door from "closed" to "open." He picks up a broom and begins sweeping the front of the store, where someone (something?) had tracked in dirt. He sees movement in the corner of his eye.
"What the...?"
Rats? He looks under a display rack and sees two glittering eyes staring back at him. Damn, he hates rats. Then he thinks about the zombies and some of the other interesting...people that he's met. At another glance he realizes there are three glittering eyes staring back at him.
"Ben, grab some rat poison for me, would ya?"
Ben takes off his glasses and gives Michael a quizzical look.
"There's a rat...-like thing here."
Ben hid a smirk. "You should be careful, it might be one of the customers."
"One of the..." Michael rubs his temples with his fingers. This is not what he'd expected when they'd moved out here. He looks under the display again and points. "You take anything, you're paying for it. Understood?" What he hears in response resembles a squeek, but isn't quite. Michael shakes his head and goes back to sweeping.
"What the...?"
Rats? He looks under a display rack and sees two glittering eyes staring back at him. Damn, he hates rats. Then he thinks about the zombies and some of the other interesting...people that he's met. At another glance he realizes there are three glittering eyes staring back at him.
"Ben, grab some rat poison for me, would ya?"
Ben takes off his glasses and gives Michael a quizzical look.
"There's a rat...-like thing here."
Ben hid a smirk. "You should be careful, it might be one of the customers."
"One of the..." Michael rubs his temples with his fingers. This is not what he'd expected when they'd moved out here. He looks under the display again and points. "You take anything, you're paying for it. Understood?" What he hears in response resembles a squeek, but isn't quite. Michael shakes his head and goes back to sweeping.