He grabbed his crowbar and broke the window, then leapt into the closed department store. He cut his leg on the way in and stumbled, hitting a shelf. Someone had to have heard that. He limped behind the store counter and hid the best he could. His heart sank as he heard the door break down. They were here — well, one of them was. Cecil frantically looked around for anything he could use to his advantage — nothing. Sitting behind the counter was bound to get him nowhere. He had to look for another exit.
He couldn’t move fast, so he figured stealth was his next best method of escape. He quietly roamed the dusty aisles until he saw an emergency exit, the words “DO NOT OPEN” written boldly on the door. The alarms would ring, but what choice did he have? He pushed open the door and moved as fast as he could, too fast to look where he was going. The store alarms blared in the distance, and his leg shot up with pain. It was torture to keep going, but he knew he would rather die than get caught. He ran down city streets until he couldn’t anymore. He fell to the sidewalk and passed out.