“Broken bottles, crushed cans, and other trash littered the floor. The displays had been knocked off their mounts, and were empty and dented. The glass cooler doors were shattered, and the coffee and soda fountain stations were completely destroyed. The cash register was gone, presumably robbed for some reason, and the cigarette displays had been broken into. There were still cigarettes left, though. Drew went around the counter, grabbing some plastic bags and filling them with tobacco p...roducts. Dan went to the back to look at the coolers. Most of the good beer was gone, but there were still twelve-packs of lower quality piss left. Dan grinned, regardless. Beer was beer. He stuffed his Glock into his belt, grabbing two twelves in each hand, and went out to the truck to load them up in the bed. As he was returning, he saw the little dog trotting down the street toward him. It was a pug, or some other kind of ankle biter.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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