Last seen within the body of a drunken college-educated boy very early Sunday morning, right before said body's mouth bit into a block of uncooked Ramen noodles. Chicken dust packet was opened and slightly wet, though dust was nowhere to be found.
I've sniffed this corner earlier today, and nothing has come of it, though I will check again later. Who made the markings on my wall?
The parking lot lights gave off enough for the guys to peer through the dusty windows and the old video drop-off slot. They could see that the aisles of shelves where they once found great N64 games, but the new movie shelves were long empty, and the blue countertops had lost their greasy sheen to grime after three long years of this old Blockbuster being shut down.