The time was Halloween.
All the stores and malls in town were all decorated and dressed up for the grand holiday occasion. Shelves were stocked with candy and costumes to the max, and made going up and down the aisles an adventure of its own.
But today was no shopping spree.
I bolted through the front sliding doors into Walmarts lobby. So many directions to turns to, yet so very little time to waste. Without thinking, I bolted to the left section of the store, directly towards the Halloween section. Without stopping to look behind, I ducked into a rack of clothing just outside the orange and black border. As I suspected, his ghostly white masked poked out above the decorations. I buried myself deep within the middle of the circular rack, praying that he wouldn't find me. Why he was after me was a mystery, but I didn't bother to look too far into the details. This madman was void of any righteous concious. His doctor had given up on him for this reason, and described him plainly as the "Boogeyman".
Michael Myers.
He stalked up and down the aisles, slashing at what he could've thought as a hiding place for me. His ferocious power behind each movement he made made me quiver deeper into the clothing; I felt like a kidnapped child hiding from their captor. Miraculously, he turned his back on me to look elsewhere, and started to walk away from me. Taking this as my probably only chance, I leapt out of hiding with precise ninja silence, and fled down the opposite end of the store. There were still employees working at the time and I would see one once and a while in an aisle. As bad as this sounds, I hoped that they would at least stall Michael long enough for me to get far away from here!
Like a gate to heaven, I saw the front doors once again. For some reason when I dived for the doors, I gained the urge to run on all fours like an animal. Just as I made it out, I turned my head as something caught my eye. Michaels white mask stuck out above the colourful scheme behind him, and his onyx eyes met solely with my own!
"Oh shit!" I cursed under my breath.
This is where my running on all fours came in handy. I found that I was actually faster and had better grip on the grassy land to flee. My survival instincts became animalistic when I saw his hulking form step through the doors and into the parking lot. By then I was halfway to one of the nearer high schools close to the store, and hoped that the building was better secure, and less obvious of hiding places. When I turned a corner and crossed a park to the school, there was a group of 3 boys chilling on a picnic table at the edge of the school walls. One saw me and pointed it out to his other friends. They called me over to hang out but I continued to flee for my life. Perfect, more distractions hopefully. It pained me greatly that it had to be this way, but I really didn't want to die. And lets face it, all these people were at the wrong place at the right time; for my case anyway.
I barrelled through the double doors like a speeding bullet. On the outside it looked like a normal high school. But on the inside, it looked like it went through a hell of a season from the Walking Dead! No signs of walkers or survivors, but maybe there could be some left over weapons I could use to fight off Michael! Walking down the dark hallway, the screams of the poor souls outside echoed into the still and lifeless school. A pain twinged in my chest, but I moved on.
"I'm sorry" I whispered.
There came a loud bang of the slamming of the double doors, and heavy footsteps entered the building. My ears twitched at the sound and I quickened my pace. On the other side of the hall, there was a half opened door. Hearing his steps getting closer to the front of my hall, I ducked into the room like I was running on air. Not-a-sound.
The inside lead to a staircase that went downward to a kind of cave area, but it looked like it was used for storage. There were a few boxes littering the floor, but they were drenched with the dripping water and peeled open. Making sure the door was closed, I slid down and started going through them. A bunch old shoes and junk in one, and clothes in the other. But the third one...was filled with tools and weapons! My face lit up and I started digging though it like no tomorrow.
Guns, knives, everything that's been used before to try and kill him off before. But what caught my eye was something that came in handy against many deadly foes in history, and was nothing that has been used against Michael before! A long bamboo sheath was buried beneath the artillery, and carried a beautifully crafted Katana blade. Shining and sharp as a razors edge. A smile came over my face and I strapped it over my shoulder.
Aw man, I felt like ninja turtle Leonardo or Michonne the zombie slaying samurai! So bad ass!
When I climbed back up to the main floor however, ready for a fight to the death...Michael was no where to be seen!
Creeping out into the shadows, on guard for anything, there was no signs of him anywhere! It wasn't like Michael to turn away from a perfectly good victim. What, I'm not good enough for him?! Is that it Myers?! Huh!
I don't know why I'm sarcastically complaining, but at least I get to live another day, plus I got an epic weapon!
SCORE!
Alot of other things happened, but I cant remember much else. I think Jason was my therapists about something, idk. I wrote this about an hour and a half after I woke up, but I remember a ninja turtle bit, but not enough info to write about it. What I do remember is that either Raphael or me was a dog, and we were stuck in a dusty old mail room trying to get back to his brothers and splinter outside.