After my minor panic attack, I headed to the grocery store in my dad's truck, with my list safely nestled in my pocket. I walked into the grocery store and met huge lines, a traffic jam of people, and dwindling food supply. It seemed like the entire town was in the tiny Silent Hills grocery store. I rushed to grab the last cart before the gabbing mother behind me could and pushed my way through the crowds of people. My list consisted of holiday dinner basics: ham, potatoes, some kind of green vegetable, and other various foods. To my horrified surprise, the hams, that just the other day were overflowing, were gone, the potatoes that were left were completely inedible, no green vegetables were in their rightful shelves, and the only thing I had in my cart were crackers. I gazed around for a way out of the mess. I spotted my escape path and headed up and down the emptying shelves hoping that something

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