Chapter 37
Singleshot's local pet store found itself pretty empty due to the craze resulting from the stampede that had happened just earlier in the day. Everyone was too busy stuck in the chaotic traffic or rubbernecking to be bothered with pet-related errands.
However, despite the lack of customers, the store was still manned by the handful of employees that were currently being paid to sit around for the day. While that had seemed like a lucky break to the workers at the time, it wasn't.
Out of the blue, a dryad burst through the front door of the establishment and tore through the entire store, releasing every caged animal she could on her way. The animals all meandered about, unsure of what to do without someone bringing them water and food when needed.
The dryad carried in her hand a poisonous spear, and wore upon her face a murderous scowl. She was there to do the bidding of Bearthian, and that task was to end the lives of all that would take from animals what he believed they were all meant to have: freedom.
With that in her one-track mind, the dryad pranced gracefully about the linoleum floors of Paw'd Pals. Every human she came in contact with screamed for mercy and tried to flee. Their cries fell on, not deaf ears, but uncaring ears. She heard them, but felt no pity. Instead, the screams made a twisted smile cross her petite face. The thrill of the hunt.
She stabbed each worker. There was no concern as to where the spear penetrated. The poison would do the work. Of that she was confident.
In under 15 minutes, the entire store was dead. The dryad made her way out of the store and back to work somewhere else. She would not disappoint Bearthian.