Despite knowing the risks of venturing down the length of the snack isle, you were confident that better, more mature help would be towards the back of the store. Somewhat ironically, at the end of the colorful isle was a refrigerator sections housing a generous supply of beer and some hard seltzers. You continued to walk forever in the same direction, passing by ignored clumps of dust, dead insects and the occasional mouse dropping. You had gotten about half way before your ride had returned. After a much needed bathroom break, the trucker from before turned the corner of the the snack isle, picked up a bag of chips and headed towards the back to grab a beer. You had stupidly managed to stay in the exact middle of the isle floor and by the time you had realized your mistake, it was too late. The man's large steel-toed boots boomed as they landed on the tiled floor. As intimidating a they were relentless, there was no way you'd be able to dodge their heavy steps. You don't even bother running and embrace the looming darkness above. Everything goes black as the colossal wall of rubber crushes you beneath its endless weight...
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