Detective Jack: S1-06: Lights Out

I ran.

The chanting had stopped. But in its place, a new sound: commotion.

I had clearly set off a chain of events.

As I wrapped around the front, a throng of people poured out of the building with makeshift weapons. It seemed like they had robbed a hardware store. Hammers. Pipes. All raised over their heads.

All coming after me.

I was making good speed, or so I thought. But as I got further into the parking lot, the mob seemed to come from all directions.

Soon, in each direction, middle-class Angelenos were coming at me. With nice haircuts and trim clothes, they seemed pleasant. Until I looked up at their faces.

When I did, they morphed into wild maniacal creatures. Deformed faces. Coming at me.

Closer and closer.

And then, just like that. I was overrun.

Lights out.