Last Shift, Part 8.

by DeathComesRipping
originally published at 10:52PM on Saturday, September 08, 2007

“Hah,? she said feebly. The more nervous she became, the more amused he seemed to get.
“Well, lets get down to business, shall we? Open the register.?
“Wh-what?? she started.
“Open it.? he pulled out something black and shiny from his pocket.
“Ohmygod,? she whispered, and opened it up for him. He took the money, and walked outside. She stood tensely. That’s it? But suddenly there was a glass crash. He had broken the glass door from the outside, big enough for someone his size to get through. He then raised his gun to her. She froze, wide-eyed with terror. And he shot.