Slowly the ceiling creaked and groaned as tiles crumbled and started to fall onto those inside, one such being the Doomsday specialist Carzyeyes- Earlwise who had been dreading this day for so long. Killed not by insect, bug or even a stray bullet or two but by a piece of otherwise harmless panel ceiling came falling down in a pile of rubble to not crush or maim poor Earlwise but what puncture his heart. A piece of the metal that holds such a ceiling high above all broke free and pierced cleanly the once beating flesh inside the crazy man’s chest. He died before he could scream out a last shriek of terror or even a proclamation about further ways the end would come.<br/><br/>As the ceiling slowly gave way, the pink fuzz of the “spaceship” up above became more and more clear to those closer to the front of the store where Earlwise’s corpse now lay buried; the fur a bight, almost distractingly bright pink from the otherwise red and white that plastered the Shoppin’s grocer. Soon things would grow much worse for those inside, though how much worse was really up to fate… and maybe the man who controlled their very world.<br/><br/>Still back behind the store, Williams dug further for what he was looking for and eventually found exactly what was needed. An entire pallet of canned spinach and dish soap! Spinach was good for the soul, heart, stomach and colon; dish soap was a good and common poison for fleas used with anyone who had dogs and preferred to not use poisons around pets. Laughing like a crazy loon, the man grabbed one of the back-to-school-sale backpacks that were floating in the backroom as leftovers from the month or two before and began piling his pack full of the stuff before zipping the bag up quickly and marching back to the others.<br/><br/><strong>“Listen up! </strong>We gotta move our asses out of here before the ceiling kills someone or makes a hole for these fucking bugs to get in. Grab what you think works,” His eyes shifted to look at those who were left or who joined, “And lets get ready for the Flea-pocalypse.”