Arizona
Time. Apparently time loves to go slowly. 'I guess they are right, time is a slut. She screws everybody.' Arizona thought to herself. It was mid-May and already hotter than Hades in the community she lived in, the high today was 101 degrees. Sure enough everyone felt all 101% of that heat. Thankfully the air conditioning in the store was working well, and it provided some relief from the heat. The soft scraping of the straw broom Arizona held in her hand was the only sound other then the comforting whir of the air conditioner. Oddly, the store had been pretty void of human life today. I guess not even the starving people will face the heat wave. The loose hair from her pony tale tickled at her cheek and she brushed the strand behind her ear. The red smock felt like it as choking her, it was a size to small and her uncle was to stingy to replace it. Arizona heard a faint male voice. That was odd, she hadn't heard anyone enter the store. Then again she was one to always pay attention. Often her mind wandered. It sounded as if the voice was having a conversation with another voice, a chill ran down her spine when she stopped sweeping long enough to catch one clear word. "Invalids", now the curious Arizona leaned her broom up against the shelf, but than quickly grabbed it again for protection encase it was two trouble makers. Quietly she padded over to the next aisle was located and tucked her small enough self into a hiding spot behind some cans and peaked out from her spot. 'Vigilance is important, stay still and don't be n- aw damnit!' her broom knocked against a can as she slightly shifted in her area causing the canned hiding spot to be destroyed. She felt her cheeks burn, and fear consume her being.