After receiving the doomsday warning text message, I scoffed.
Until I saw the bloody inventory list in the attachment, as well as a line of small words: "Don't look up, they are marking those who look up."
I silently emptied my shopping cart and began to reinforce the doors and windows.
There was a scream from the other floor, and I lowered my head and scanned the monitor: No. 17.
