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01/17/10(Sun)17:47 No.7639392Tap. Tap. Tap. CRASH.
The display collapses, sending cans rolling and crashing down the narrow isle. They eventually vanished into the darkness, out of the reach of the crude freezer lights in front of him. His face goes white. A few moments of panic, and then he's off running off, through the mess of cans, hoping that his feet wouldn't land on one of them. He makes it, and emerges into the open area running around this section. He takes a few seconds to get his bearings, and briefly glances past the railings, down to the ground floor three stories below. It's isle is empty, but that doesn't mean they aren't coming.
Then he's off again, sprinting towards one of the skyways that connects this section to the others. Near its entrance is a cart - his cart. It's small, but it's fast enough to get away from the stockers and cleaners he knew were coming. Reaching it, he jumps in, fastens the harness, and flicks his sunglasses down over his eyes. They don't do much, but if he dies he might as well go out looking cool.
And then these things just start falling from the sky, scattering across the entire area. The stockers. He hadn't been to the ground level much, but he had seen the ones down there. Nothing like these, he thinks, kicking the engine and sending his cart flying through the skyway. Immediately on the other side he makes a right, barely in time to avoid hitting a wall. Then he's on a straitaway, heading around the perimeter of another department. He needs to get to the home improvement section.
Stealing a glance behind him, he can see the cloud of robots coming. |