A Macdrabble tale

MURDERERS

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“ Murderers, murderers.”

The aisles are shocked at the frantic screaming.

“ Murderers. You’re all murderers. Nobody’s wearing a mask. We’re all going to die,” screamed the frightened voice.

 

The calm is shattered. The desperate voice is beyond control as trolleys are tipped and shoppers brushed aside. Pointing. Shouting. Running. Others join her stampede as they chase the killers round the shop, threatening revenge for spreading the virus.

 

The innocents are non plussed by the violent attack on their shopping trip and are relieved when the security guards bring order to the day and the tannoy music calms the troubled arena.