Stuck in Target

11/11/11

    I was sitting in the small cafe located near the entrance inside of Target one night. The store was nearly empty, with only 20 other people dispersed throughout various aisles. I was taking a final bite of my soft pretzel, getting ready to head out for the night, when suddenly all of the store lights shut off. I heard a girl's scream and a few gasps in the distance. In the pitch black, I plunged my hand into my pocket and pulled out my phone. I quickly slid to unlock it, and looking through all of my apps through my cracked screen (haha), finally found my flashlight app. The bright light shined suddenly, and onto the face of a young, white unicorn. Startled, I jumped back in surprise, and a hit a large solid object.
   Screaming, I instinctively shone my light on the object, which turned out to be a person. Staring more closely, I noticed the person's facial features one by one. His eyes were wide open and pale blue, his nose sharp like a witch, and the corners of his mouth pointed down. I jumped back when I noticed the last thing: he was covered in blood.
    Letting out the most high-pitched scream I could muster, I made a run for it. I sprinted through Target, crashing into displays one right after the other, with my light pointed constantly in front of me. I finally made it to the bathroom, after nearly running into almost 10 more zombies. I flew into the bathroom, and just as I did, my unicorn "friend" was clopping out of a stall, walking on two feet like absolutely nothing was wrong.
     "What's going on??" I asked him frantically.
     "Um, do I look like I can talk?" he said in a snooty tone.
     "Well...um..." I started, confused.
     "Oh, well dang...guess I screwed that one up." the unicorn sighed and rolled his eyes as he washed his hooves at the sink. "Basically what's going on is there's some sort of crazy computer glitch in the system. It shuts down the store and turns everyone to zombies. And then, somewhere in that I come in. Oh yeah, and you're not affected if you eat one of those pretzels within an hour before. Something in the cooking I guess. Kind of like a glitch within a glitch." the unicorn said nonchalantly as he fixed his mane in the mirror. "So is that you?"
       "Uh, yeah. I guess so. I just ate one." I said nervously.
       "Well then I guess you're the chosen one."
       "The Chosen One?"
       "Yep. Let's go to the kitchen." the unicorn sighed again and led me out the bathroom. I followed him all the way out and back to the cafe. I admired the way he socked every zombie in the face we saw like there was nothing wrong.
      Finally we made it to the cafe and we snuck into the back of the kitchen, where my unicorn friend taught me how to whip up a few pretzels for the zombies. He explained how as they prevented me from turning into one, they would restore the zombies to full health, and hopefully save some innocent people's brains. We finally herded the zombies into the cafe, where they all ate pretzels and made great transformations back into confused humans. And that, is the story of what happened to me last time I went to Target.