Explosives!? Was this hick going to blow up the entire town just to exterminate all the bugers? Actually that would not be a completely horrible idea if Randomville- Randomburg… who cares, and its suburbs, were the only target of these giant flea monsters. The only problem is someone, or thing, took out all the radio and TV towers in the area; everything was static. How’d Sergeant T William’s know that? Stop asking questions, I told you that several times already! Static and snow was all the televisions and radios were getting right now, not even an emergency broadcast signal came on. Those inside the Shoppin’s were lucky the place even had power!<br/><br/><strong>SHOOOooommmm</strong><br/><br/>So much for power! The place grew dark inside, the only light coming from three places: the front window which obviously showed many a flea organizing on how to claim those inside, the window to the back office which Mac almost opened a moment ago and a small beam of light coming from the store room where Sergeant Williams was last. The crazy hobo, whatever-his-name-was, lying under the pile of rubble as those dark eyes of the military man scanned around at the folks who where left alive.<br/><br/>Unfortunately as Williams looked to Hilda, and dust from the ceiling fell upon her as the hair ball inched closer into the grocery store allowing the ceiling to bend even further and drop more pieces of itself to the ground, a small sized flea leapt from the DDT wall and planted itself firmly on the side of her face with a loud and disgusting CRUNCH! One of the hitchhikers that had found itself on Crystal survived to bite another day, or another hour… no more like two and a half minutes.<br/><br/>Eyes shooting open as he saw this; his movements were instinctive as he reached behind himself and took the first thing he could find, another broom of all things it was like brooms where attracted to being used as weapons by this not-so-balanced G.I. Joe, and took only two steps to begin pummeling the poor German doctor in her face. “GOD DAMN BUGS,” He shouted at the top of his lungs as he brought two swift swings across both sides of the woman’s face and the flea’s body which resulted in death of both.<br/><br/>Looking quickly to the fool with his pipe bomb as a mix of flea and human blood dripped down the side of his neck and front of his shirt, William’s grinned and finally responded to the question he was asked. “I got a broom, dish soap, canned spinach, my pistol and,” He reached forward and behind Jack to pull the knife from before out of the wall, “And a knife.” With a creepy and very wicked like grin; the knife was slid into his boot, the backpack was adjusted on his back and the broom handle was broken to be carried away like a caveman’s club. "Now do you want to compare dicks or get moving?" Williams said as he turned around and took a few steps to the rear of the store once again before spinning on his heel and looking back to the from, “Oh and welcome aboard survival of the Flea-pocalypse, little miss.” The Sergeant nodded his head to the pretty girl.