As they stood in the parking lot at the local grocery store, the sisters followed a young man that they were told works at a local old folks home. They had driven all around the town and could not remember seeing an old folks home. Their informant said he wasn’t sure where it was but that boy, he told the ladies as he pointed at the blonde boy in the cheese aisle, worked there. “It truly is a small town.” Nadia purred. “Shall we, sister?” Zamarah straightened herself. “Yes, we shall sister.” Nadia agreed and they both walked towards the blonde boy.
Piercy threw his groceries into the back of his truck and unlocked the door. Pulling the door open he felt the door stop suddenly and a woman scream. He looked over the window and out to the parking lot and noticed a woman holding her arm. He
