Wal-mart in french means "The Devil's Playground", I knew there was something wrong with the French!

As I stood there steadying my nerves I allowed my eyes to adjust to flickering fluorescent lights. The constant buzz for the dimming bulbs could drive a person insane, and from the looks of the cleaning crew it had succeeded. They seem to sway back and forth to an unheard song pushing and pulling the mop in a creepy choreographed dance routine. (Imagine thriller except with blue vests, a mop, and a mop bucket).

I weaved my way through the zombie like cleaning crew unnoticed, thankfully. Zombie's eat human brains in case you didn't know. As I passed the checkout stands I locked eyes with a young girl behind the counter her eyes seem to plead for help while her smile said otherwise. I ignored her and looked to the floor as any good citizen in a hurry would do and noticed she was chained to her register, how strange I thought to myself. But I forged on I was 6 minutes into my extra 15 and time was running out.

I picked up my pace and kept my eyes straight ahead I heard miscellaneous voices and noises as I sped by the cosmetic department and bedding. But as I learned from watching movies if you just ignore them they will go away, right? I decided to make a short cut through toys to get to tools. I made a quick right and froze. Huddled in the corner were a group small children ranging in age from 8-11. I knew this was delicate situation and that I was in their territory uninvited, I had to play this careful.

I slowly turned and looked at the nearest toy hoping they hadn't seen me, but that if they had they would think I had a child as well and leave me alone as if I belonged. But time was growing shorter, I turned to make my next step and my shoe squeaked I was screwed almost as if at all of their heads turned and eight little beady eyes were burning a whole though me. As I think back they were probably looking at me like that because of the look of shock on my. Ya see evidently I had interrupted their breakfast, it appeared that one of the night stockers had overstayed his welcome, one of the small children had a name tag with "Marcus" hanging out of her mouth, her face smeared with red. A low growl grew from the group and they began to bare there teeth. I turned and made a mad dash for a main aisle, on my way passed a shirtless man pressed against the wall mumbling something about jelly donuts and animal like kids. I guess Marcus was okay but the jelly donuts didn't make it. Back on the main aisle I checked my watch 7 minutes left...