Katie and I were sitting on the bench at the mall when these two weird guys walked in. Overweight and ethnic looking, Asian or Mexican definitely, they wore black trench coats and moved together as one, feet in step, arms swinging the same way. The creepiest part was that they walked as if no one else existed, eyes dead, faces blank. They looked like robots or aliens or something.

“What do you think their problem is?” I asked.

“Who?” She looked around trying to see who I was talking about.

“Didn’t you see them?”

“No. Hey do you think you could paint stars on my nails too? Yours look so good.”

“Yeah, sure.” I said, distractedly. I felt the sudden urge to run, like something bad was about to happen. “You know I think we should get-”

Gunfire interrupted me. I could hear it loud in my head. Covering my ears, I tried to find the source.

The two trench coat guys stood over an unmoving body, guns in hand. No one was screaming or running. It was like I was the only one who heard or saw anything.

“Get what?”