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Henry hummed along with the music as he worked. Well, working was putting it pretty generously, he was mostly sorting comics and attending the store so Wrinkly, his boss, wouldn't have an aneurysm at the idea of an unattended store. Really though, it was easy money. These days it was more an excuse to listen to music and avoid doing his homework without being badgered by his parents or sisters and be paid to do it. It was labor day, so it was time and a half pay, probably so Wrinkly could be home and drinking beer, which was why he was here and not doing the same thing to be honest. He busied himself as best he could, bouncing between dusting the currently spotless figurine shelves and organizing the Venom comics for the umpteenth time, but there was something bothering him that he just couldn't quite shake. It was an odd feeling, which was worrying because this was new and the last time something particularly new and unshakable happened to him he turned into a lizard.

This all said, Henry was used to contending with low simmering self loathing and maybe a dash of depression thrown in, but this felt a little different. Anxiety maybe? It was hard to properly place. He signed, and decided that perhaps that the AC system's dust filter might be clogged and if it was it was definitely making him get into his own head. He needed some fresh air. Henry stepped out from behind the clerk counter and briefly considered clocking out for a break- but thought better of it. There was nobody here, and Wrinkly wasn't going to be reviewing security tapes looking to nickle and dime him for the five minutes he took to step outside when nobody was in the store. He flipped the 'Open' sign on the door over and gently pushed it open, ducking under the door frame as he did so as to not bang his head (again).

But then he saw it, a clean break in the pavement just outside the door. Henry looked to the left and right, and his tongue flicked through the air briefly- there were some other fairly big CoL's in town, but none large enough to split concrete without some reasonable effort. That had not been there before. He began taking off his headphones with an eloquent [b]"What the f-"[/b]

And then he felt it. A dull rumble, like rock grinding against other rock. Low and deep within the sub-bass section of perceivable sound. Too low to hear for normal people, but judging by the scales and the 85 inch waistline of his pants he was not normal. He could [i]feel[/i] it almost. His mind raced trying to make sense of it, but his instincts were going crazy. Something felt wrong. Earthquakes weren't common in Pennsylvania. The largest earthquake in PA was twenty seven years ago and was only a 4.6 on the Richter scale. Then again, eighteen years ago superhumans started being born.

[sub][b]"Earthquake."[/b][/sub] Henry said, his brain clicking into action after landing on the only explanation he could think of. [b]"I think there's an earthquake coming, stay out of the buildings!"[/b] he roared into the street as he himself backed away from the shop's door.