The shoe store seemed like the perfect idea. People would be looking to the floor, thus you obviously had the best chance of being found and saved there. You run in, making sure to dodge the footfalls of the unknowing and thus uncaring leviathans around you. Inside the shoe store, you opted to head for the nearest bench. Upon it you see the vast and beautiful form of a young, flame haired woman, Her hair was bound in a ponytail and behind her glasses, there was a face that radiated kindness.
She was trying on a pair of knee high, brown leather, flat riding boots. You run towards her and as she looks down to pull up the long zipper on the side of her potential new boots...
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