You quickly run over and grab your jacket before it can get very far and fold it up as best you can. It wiggles like crazy as you carry it back over to the counter and almost hops free, but your tight grip manages to hold it fairly still as you grab an empty cardboard box from behind the counter with your foot. "Jesus, this can't be happening... its too freaky..." You mumble as you open the box, stuff your rouge jacket inside and duct tape it shut with the roll laying under the counter. The box thrashes about a bit, but stays in place. "I don't know whats happening, but I have to do something..." You say as you wipe a few beads of sweat from your head. Suddenly, the power goes out as you hear a loud crash off in the distance.
It seems one of those plant creatures knocked over a powerline somewhere nearby, causing the entire store to fall into near complete darkness. "Oh god, what now...?!" You groan as you stumble towards the front of the store and look out the window. A little further down the road you can see a telephone pole leaning on its side shooting sparks. "Great, now the damn powers out... I should have just stayed home tonight..." You try to think as you rub your throbbing forehead. "The boss said he keeps a back up generator in a small wooden shed out behind the store... but is that worn old thing even hooked up right? Maybe I should just try to get home..."
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