The giant monster chased Crystal as quick as its feet and jumping would allow. Smashing and clamoring even worse that the human it was chasing, crashing into walls and screeching loudly as its pretty kept getting further and further away. This human was not about to get away, even after having claimed a meal already. Screeching the beast made it to the stairs not long after Crystal, taking a similar tumble but not so much like Crystal, the beast was ground to a deathly halt at the bottom. A spray of mess as it smashed against the wall down below and sprayed the corridor with many shades of red and pink.<br/><br/>Alerted to the sound of a dying comrade, many flea monsters begin responding to what the feel may be a threat. Someone has tortured one of their comrades and it takes no time at all for the response to mean a flea fleet upon Crystal’s heels. Leaps and bounds, somehow each flea only misses by an inch or two, they try to crush the almost magically impervious crack head as they herd her closer and closer to the Shippin’s grocer.<br/><br/>Meanwhile: Sergeant T. Williams runs himself quickly to that very same grocery store as fleas were now bounding and leaping for all those who were heading for the safety of the grocery store. Good old Shoppin’s Grocery, the best place to hold down the fort if the creatures didn’t figure out how to open doors or break bullet proof glass. Why bullet-proof-glass on a Mom & Pop shop? Who cares right now, it was there and seemed a good as place as any.<br/><br/>“Move the fuck out of the way!” Williams shouted as he dived into the building in a grand (but totally not needed) fashion. Skidding across the tile and smashing into a pile of canned peas, “Close the door you fucking idiots!” Shouting to no one in particular as anyone who was behind better have made it inside and someone else better have closed the door.<br/><br/>Not far inside of the Shoppin’s there were a few others who had been cowering in fear from the sights outside or just unaware. Just three people, three people not all that important to the story at hand but still there. A store clerk who was now trying to hide in a fort of kitty litter on isle 13 being the least helpful of the three had anyone decided to go and speak with him. There were two others were those who were unaware, currently busy in a walk in freezer keeping themselves occupied with on another.