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Dope with a Sugar Problem
It was quiet in Brassville.
...Too quiet.
Bryan closed his eyes as he laid his back against the wall. He used to like the quiet. No alarms, or loud blaring TV screens downstairs, or the sounds of a vacuum through the house. It was always just him laying in his bed or on the internet, lulled to sleep with the only sounds being the AC blasting cold air into his room. That was the life. Opening his eyes, he looked at a broken shard of glass lying at his shoes, a kid with dirt on his face and clothes with brown hair that was matted with sweat.
You never know what you have until its gone.
With a sigh, Bryan took a deep breath and quickly peeked around the last shelf leading out of the soups aisle. He was at the supermarket, but not doing errands with his parents. No, No, No. He was scavenging. Scavenging for food like he did every Wednesday. It was what he had to do now. After all, the adults in town won't exactly cook dinner for them anymore. And what made things a bit more stressful was the fact that everyone was back at the convenience store. Expecting him to come back with food that'll last them a few days or maybe even a week and a half if they remain resourceful.
With a silent grunt, he ran a hand through his hair and looked around. The market was empty, except for the lone cashier that just...stood there at his post. No expression whatsoever. The adults did crazy crap like that now-a-days. Talk to themselves, or Claim to see demonic kids trying to tear their eyes out, or The ones who just sit there. No eating. No talking. Just waiting for a kid to walk by or noise to sound. But not Bryan. He had been doing this for too long to get caught now. Not making a sound, he slowly walked through the aisles, grabbing food, band-aids, and other supplies they might need for the long run. The shelves were getting more barren, though, with all the kids and sometimes adults who come by here. With a duffel bag full of supplies, he smiled to himself lightly and nodded before beginning to make his way down the aisle toward the back exit.
CLANG!
He stopped.
...Did he just...? Eyes wide, they slowly traveled downward to see a can that must've jostled out his bag roll down the aisle slowly. It was quiet...too quiet...
"WHO THE HELL IS THERE?!"
And the sound of hard and rapid footsteps sounding closer and closer was all Bryan needed to get the hell out of there. Bolting down the aisle, he slid and made a hard right, dashing for the back doors and busting them open before running down a parking lot that lead toward a dark alley. With speed, he ducked behind and dumpster and waited a few minutes, breathing heavy. If there was one thing he knew about the adults of today now...it was that they never give up on a chase that easy. Hearing the footsteps just a few minutes later, he held his breath at the sounds of frantic pants and pacing.
"~Wheeeere areee yoooou?" The cashier said, a playful tone not at all clashing well with his pizza face. Think, Bryan, Think! Seeing a beer bottle, he took it into his hands before quickly peeking over the dumpster, seeing the adult looking at the side. Perfect. With a small breath, he threw the bottle high in the air, landing just a few feet away in front of the adult. And when he jumped and turned to broken glass, Bryan immediately booked it, running through the alleys like they were a maze.
After awhile, he slowed down and let out the breath he forgot he was holding. Turning from the corner of the last alley, he sighed in relief as he saw the back entrance of the 'Abandoned' Convenience store. He fast walked up to the door, duffel bag over his shoulder, and stood in front of it for a second. All right...what was the knock he told everyone he was going to use again...?
Right! Holding his fist up toward the door, he made sure there was no one around before he knocked, banging the knuckles of his fists against the door in a rhythm that was similar to the door knock of that annoying Frozen movie. But if it was the right one, than someone would push away the shelf blocking the door and unlock it for him...
He chuckled to himself weakly. They really needed a cooler knocking password.
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...Too quiet.
Bryan closed his eyes as he laid his back against the wall. He used to like the quiet. No alarms, or loud blaring TV screens downstairs, or the sounds of a vacuum through the house. It was always just him laying in his bed or on the internet, lulled to sleep with the only sounds being the AC blasting cold air into his room. That was the life. Opening his eyes, he looked at a broken shard of glass lying at his shoes, a kid with dirt on his face and clothes with brown hair that was matted with sweat.
You never know what you have until its gone.
With a sigh, Bryan took a deep breath and quickly peeked around the last shelf leading out of the soups aisle. He was at the supermarket, but not doing errands with his parents. No, No, No. He was scavenging. Scavenging for food like he did every Wednesday. It was what he had to do now. After all, the adults in town won't exactly cook dinner for them anymore. And what made things a bit more stressful was the fact that everyone was back at the convenience store. Expecting him to come back with food that'll last them a few days or maybe even a week and a half if they remain resourceful.
With a silent grunt, he ran a hand through his hair and looked around. The market was empty, except for the lone cashier that just...stood there at his post. No expression whatsoever. The adults did crazy crap like that now-a-days. Talk to themselves, or Claim to see demonic kids trying to tear their eyes out, or The ones who just sit there. No eating. No talking. Just waiting for a kid to walk by or noise to sound. But not Bryan. He had been doing this for too long to get caught now. Not making a sound, he slowly walked through the aisles, grabbing food, band-aids, and other supplies they might need for the long run. The shelves were getting more barren, though, with all the kids and sometimes adults who come by here. With a duffel bag full of supplies, he smiled to himself lightly and nodded before beginning to make his way down the aisle toward the back exit.
CLANG!
He stopped.
...Did he just...? Eyes wide, they slowly traveled downward to see a can that must've jostled out his bag roll down the aisle slowly. It was quiet...too quiet...
"WHO THE HELL IS THERE?!"
And the sound of hard and rapid footsteps sounding closer and closer was all Bryan needed to get the hell out of there. Bolting down the aisle, he slid and made a hard right, dashing for the back doors and busting them open before running down a parking lot that lead toward a dark alley. With speed, he ducked behind and dumpster and waited a few minutes, breathing heavy. If there was one thing he knew about the adults of today now...it was that they never give up on a chase that easy. Hearing the footsteps just a few minutes later, he held his breath at the sounds of frantic pants and pacing.
"~Wheeeere areee yoooou?" The cashier said, a playful tone not at all clashing well with his pizza face. Think, Bryan, Think! Seeing a beer bottle, he took it into his hands before quickly peeking over the dumpster, seeing the adult looking at the side. Perfect. With a small breath, he threw the bottle high in the air, landing just a few feet away in front of the adult. And when he jumped and turned to broken glass, Bryan immediately booked it, running through the alleys like they were a maze.
After awhile, he slowed down and let out the breath he forgot he was holding. Turning from the corner of the last alley, he sighed in relief as he saw the back entrance of the 'Abandoned' Convenience store. He fast walked up to the door, duffel bag over his shoulder, and stood in front of it for a second. All right...what was the knock he told everyone he was going to use again...?
Right! Holding his fist up toward the door, he made sure there was no one around before he knocked, banging the knuckles of his fists against the door in a rhythm that was similar to the door knock of that annoying Frozen movie. But if it was the right one, than someone would push away the shelf blocking the door and unlock it for him...
He chuckled to himself weakly. They really needed a cooler knocking password.
Raku Olivier NekoQueen49 RIPSaidCone Colorless Spectrum Keaira Webs Elk Andy Samberg