Shaking your head, you resumed your trip home. Setting yourself down on your sofa, you buried your head in your hands and tried to make heads or tails out of the past few days; who that... person was, how and why you ended up back at that store and what to do. Sighing, you searched on the local news sites...
... and found nothing to match. Certainly, there was no news to be had of a fat, feral fiend. Shrugging, you sent off a handful of applications for something, anything, that would accept you.
You could just imagine how the interview would go: 'For what reason were you removed from your last job?' 'Oh, that was when a fat person mauled me and vandalised the shop!' Still, you could say that you were placed into a scenario that you had no chance of overcoming and that you defended the shop as best you could.
Satisfied, you sat back down and nursed your stomach. You couldn't remember the last time you ate. Yesterday, perhaps?
Suddenly, a noise from outside alerted you; you sat bolt upright, eyes darting left to right. It sounded like a dustbin being knocked over, and it sounded like it came from the opposite side of the wall...
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