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Zombie Weekend part 2

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In this seemingly mundane music store amongst the fancy guitars, the massive drums, the many microphones and amps, and the rows of music CD’s their stand many people. Most are the usual sort of people who go to the music store. These ‘usual sort’ can be split into a few groups. First the hardcore musicites, these people walk into the store and know exactly what they want. Most people may think this would be a good thing, but these people tend to be stuck up and very difficult to serve. They demand their specific brand of imported strings and reeds, which need to be special ordered, and their impossible to find CD from some obscure band that no one’s ever heard of. The next group is the rovers, these people make up the most common group. They go into the store because they felt like visiting the music store to browse or they just needed to quickly pick up some thing. Lastly we have the hang-outers, or to use a more accurate term bums, these people generally have nothing else to do with their time so they pick a store one day and go there every day for the rest of their lives and never buy anything. These music store hang-outers are the worst of them all, they mess with the equipment, dealphabetize the CD’s, and they loiter, ohh how they loiter. Well, there is one other type of person mixed into all the craziness, the employee. Employees themselves can be split into many subgroups and sub-subgroups but there’s no time to discuss it so we focus on a particular employee.
This employee’s name is Mick. Mick is an average height, kind of heavy, guy with long dirty blonde hair, which is tied back. As he cleans his glasses he notices one of the hang-outers messing with a very expensive limited edition blue and green Gibson Les Paul. This particular hang-outer’s name is Greg. Now Greg, unlike most hang-outers, could be somewhere else. Greg has a degree in chemical science and a trust fund so big the one-dollar bills could be stacked from here to Pluto. But Greg decides he wants to be here, at some lowly music store purposely mishandling an expensive guitar of which he could buy enough to fill twelve grand canyons.
“Put that down.” Demands Mick, after giving out a big sigh.
“I won’t break it or anything.” Promised Greg in the kind of aloof way a pot smoker would, Greg does not smoke Pot.
“Yeah, sure. But if you do can you pay for it?” said Mick, fully unaware of the information that was disclosed earlier
“Fine.” Replied Greg as he carefully placed the guitar back on the stand while simultaneously grinning at the irony of the situation.
Greg then left to wreak havoc in another part of the store, which luckily, isn’t Mick’s responsibility. Mick just walked back to his post, behind the counter in the guitar world section of the store, and began to recount the number of roof tiles in his part of the store, there are forty-two. Just then Al came bursting through the doors of the store “Mick!” he yelled while running past a display of discount deformed drumsticks. “Mick!” he repeated running past the hall of mics which were, by the way, twenty percent off this weekend only. He then paused for a while in the drums-a-topia to catch his breath and finish of a bottle of cola he had concealed in his jumpsuit, which was against store policy, the drinking not the jumpsuit.
“What?” said Mick with a slightly loud voice. Loud enough for Al to hear him but not so loud as to disturb the customers more than a guy in a jumpsuit running in yelling ‘Mick”
“Zombies.” Said Al as he slowly limped over to Mick.
“What?” replied Mick who was having serious trouble hearing Al through al the wheezing caused by Al’s shortness of breath, Al really needs to run more to work up his endurance.
“Zombies!” repeated Al as he leaned over the counter in front of Mick “It’s horrible.”
Al then went inside his pocket and brought out a long black rectangle that had a piece of glass in the center and buttons on either side of it. Al his a switch on the side of the rectangle and the glass begun to glow and displayed on the glass were the words: Game Over would you like to continue.
“Zombies took my last life.” Said Al as he selected yes on his Gamelad.
as promised Zombies are in this part, well at least the word zombies is used a few time.
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tangentveniversum's avatar
In all of tarnation, I thought there was a big thing going on when Al yelled, "Zombies!"

I mean, I got so into it that I ended up laughing for a while after reading the rest.