We enter the shop. It is the comic store from my home city. Two grumpy looking middle aged men are sat at the counter playing Magic: The Gathering. The only new issue on display is the latest Walking Dead. Everything else on the stand is trade paperbacks. The are boxes full of old single issues. "Fuck."
They look up at Salt and grunt. I search through the 'indy' boxes and find lots of Liefield and a couple issues of Cerebus. I whisper to Salt. "We should leave."
"yeah i got agree with paddy on this one guys this is some old bullshit right here seriously Zomb, RaNDM G hurry the fuck up and finish the goddamn fucking quest so we can get the fuck out of here, seriously I've lost count how many goddamn pages we've spend in this fucking cave so hurry up so we can leave because this cave is starting to piss me off"
I run past Paddy, and jump into the store. Getting to my feet, I narrowly avoid a falling stand, and grab the latest Adventure Time Comic.
I turn and leap back out through the window.
"That was close."
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