They decided that rather than fighting they would just split the food evenly. It was Christmas Eve and something in the Department store’s mainframe had fried itself without warning cutting power to the building and locking all the doors.
At first the stillness of the air was comforting as three hundred people waited for cell phone service and ate Mars Bars in silence.
The store was at the heart of commercial hell, USA, and at night, the costumers would be alone in every direction for miles.
Mostly the store carried ten dollar shirts and a special brand of shorts for the younger crowd that looked more like a large thong than anything else.
By the thirty year old register with the clumps of dust behind it like a perpetual cloud of fuzzy grey there were stacks of bubble gum and candy, staples of the human diet.
The calm was shattered when a short man with a gold earring stood up and looked towards the air vent in the ceiling. Other eyes peered upwards towards the air duct.
“There’s something in there!”