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Day 10: Pharmacy/Liquor Store - 1:15pm
Who: OTA
What: Seven point five
When: 1:15pm - 5:00pm
Where: Pharmacy/Liquor Store
Rating: TBA
Status: Active

The sun was shining high in the sky and a gentle breeze stroked the leaves of the trees, making them, along with the severed stub of rope on the clock face from the day previous sway lazily. It was quiet. Perhaps it was too quiet, for the lack of birds chirping or insects buzzing.

All in all, the day was one of the most pleasant as of yet for the bulk of the involuntary residents of Vas Captio, save, of course, the heat. Maybe it was a bit too hot to be entirely comfortable.

It started small, as most things do. Bottles of liquor rattled on shelves. Pills chuttered in the bottles of medication waiting to create prescriptions. Newspaper rustled on the front counter and then all fell quiet.

Then, as if giant feet had decided to play soccer within the store, some of the shelves of liquor and bottles of medicine rocked and fell. The sound of shattering glass was drowned out by the roar of one of the outer walls cracking in half and falling outward into the street. The roof split with the screeching of metal beams, rusted metal bars wrenching free and slicing downward into the shelves that were still upright. Anyone in their path would be knocked down and skewered before being buried beneath falling shelves of breaking liquor bottles or exploding containers of pills or possibly corrosive liquids.

As the rest of the roof came crashing down, anyone inside would be trapped in a near lethal cloud of alcohol and cleaning fluid as it pools on the floor of the store. Any pills that have exploded from the bottles will combine with the mess on the floor and also add to the dangerous concoction which will be as volatile a danger as a leaking gas main to anyone who is in this building.

Vas Captio was still, again, and silent once more.