It was nighttime in Death City, but one Kid was still awake, pounding carefully away at the keyboard of an old computer. He looked tired, but triumphant, as a small piece of paper slid out of the printer. He snatched it up in both ands and smiled a slightly crazed smile. "It is finished!" He called, lifting it above his head. "Liz! Patty! The day after tomorrow is the time!"
Two girls, dozing against each other on the floor, woke up blearily. "Time for what, Kid?" The taller of the two said, rubbing her eyes and yawning. The shorter girl, surprised by the movement, fell forward on her face, and giggled.
"Time for us to venture out and commit the most treacherous deed known to man." The boy said, standing up and brushing himself off.
"You're so dramatic, Kid. Now what are we doing?"
"Liz. Patti. We." He said dramatically. "Are going shopping!"
This is a tale of unprecedented horror. Beware all of those who seek to continue on in these depths. Because in these pages, you will laugh. You will cry. You will wonder why I'm taking this so seriously. It is time for the average human to witness the trauma that is…
DEATH THE KID GOES SHOPPING
