It was the night shift—and it was already boring as hell. You already swept, did most of the restocking, and served the little customers you received. You just wanted to clock out and call it a night, but you knew your boss would be pissed.

A cat parked out front. A man walked into the store, he had a duffel bag and a pistol in his hands. He shakily pointed it at you, probably an attempt to intimidate you. “Put the money in the bag..” He says hoarsely, trembling a little, gulping as he shook.