The noise outside the little stronghold shopping center was amplified as shots were exchanged between the General Flea and the human who had camped up high up in his tower. A giant pink hairball of doom, slowly inching its way closer and closer to the hard ground below; the ceiling was creaking in distress as the beams slowly began to bend and fold under the fur’s weight, girth and size.<br/><br/>Sergeant Williams was finally moving his way to the back of the store, to the loading bay and to the internal storage. What was this military man even looking for, right now? Ask him if you dare but the answer would be rather simple, an exit strategy for when shit hit the fan. Shit always hits the fan, everybody trained in basic combat and- hell everyone who is everyone knows when giant monsters are attacking you need to know how the hell to get outa dodge!<br/><br/>“I’m stuck with these useless homeless and the god damn midget,” Williams grumbled loudly to himself as he dug through pallets of possible supplies. The others would scan the isles for stuff but there were always pallets of what went out quickly in the back, and what went out quickly was the stuff everyone needed. Williams’ need only grew as the creaking from outside became louder and louder, they were getting in and soon this little piece of Shoppin’s Heaven would become a new hell.