Brittany drove her daddy’s Tahoe SUV like a bat outta hell, but that wasn’t any different than normal.  Flea guts splattered over the windshield from her most recent road kill.  Her cell phone’s ringtone drew her attention away from the road, she picked up the phone and checked her latest text.  Without paying any heed to the road Brittany began punching away at super human speed on the phone’s keypad.  She felt the SUV hit something and checked the rear view mirror to see a person rolling lifelessly on the road.  “Sorry!” she yelled to the human speed bump.  Returning to her phone, she hit the send button and went back to driving.  Looking back through the front glass and seeing only flea guts, she reached up and clicked the wipers on.  The flea guts smeared across the windshield completely blocking her line of sight.  Out of wiper fluid the flea guts stuck to the windshield like glue.<br/><br/>The SUV hit a curb, took out a fire hydrant, and went airborne.  Screaming through the air in the SUV, Brittany heard her ringtone again and expertly snatched her phone and flipped it open.  The airbags inflated when the SUV crashed into the ground pushing her cell phone into her nose causing blood to trickle from her left nostril.  She managed to unbuckle her seatbelt and open the door.  Anyone looking would have seen a cheerleader with a white blue and gold uniform with Warriors across the front roll out of the SUV.  She stood up and brushed any dirt or debris from her and went back into the SUV to fetch her phone and pom-poms.  She had no idea why she wanted the pom-poms it just seemed necessary to her.<br/><br/>After collecting her things, she turned around and saw the Shoppin’s.  She was headed to the Mall, but she supposed the Shoppin’s would do for now.  Putting her gymnastics training to full use she tumbled through the chaotic obstacle course that once was a street and arrived at the entrance to the Shoppin’s and burst in through the front doors.  Feeling the need, she checked her phone once more and found a new message.  After typing a short novel in reply to the message, she returned her attention to the people in the Shoppin’s.  It seemed like they were coming up with some sort of plan.<br/>