Pixie Dust, Friday
Jenny probably could have been excused not coming in to work today. So, perversely, here she was. She did have a baseball bat with her, though, plus she had superpowers.
A hand-lettered sign in the window read:
25% off to replace clothing damaged fighting zombies.
A second sign read:
Special offer for the undead!
Electrical field subtraction followed by swift beatdown to your newly deanimated corpse inside!
So stay the bloody hell out of my store.
Even if the zombies couldn't read, it counted as fair warning to Jenny. And that was all that mattered, wasn't it? Pixie Dust was open.
A hand-lettered sign in the window read:
25% off to replace clothing damaged fighting zombies.
A second sign read:
Special offer for the undead!
Electrical field subtraction followed by swift beatdown to your newly deanimated corpse inside!
So stay the bloody hell out of my store.
Even if the zombies couldn't read, it counted as fair warning to Jenny. And that was all that mattered, wasn't it? Pixie Dust was open.