looked half panicked, his voice actually worried for once as the hoard descended on them. It really wasn't that many people, just seven, but it looked like a crowd after all the days of no one coming in at all. They all spread out instantly, except for one man who marched over to the counter, looking like he was about to start screaming at him. The throbbing veins on his forehead couldn't be a good sign. The guy couldn't be a disgruntled customer though, since that wasn't a thing for Candles and More. Or at least Zack hadn't thought it was a thing. The man disagreed however. "I demand that this situation be taken care of immediately! I talked to some woman on the phone, and she said that I'd have to wait! Each night for the last week they've been painting on the walls of my house! I haven't caught anyone doing it, but I know who it is..." He leaned in and hissed, a long drawn out sound. "Vampires!" "How do you know that?" Not that Zack didn't believe him, but it seemed a reasonable question.
What do You think about Other Places 1: Shortcuts?
