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Courage and stupidity go hand in hand so this customer had better feel grateful for your less than stellar decision making skills. You use the door handle as an anchor as you yank yourself forward, towards the man and the beast within your small slice of paradise. Your other hand flails out to grab anything that you can of the man's which turns out to be scruff of his shirt. You yank with all your might and surprise yourself with just how far you got the man over the counter before the hunk of cloth in your hand breaks away from the man. The customer had gotten the hint though and was now scrambling back in your direction but not before tossing the remains of his double-decker hot dog at the mass as it stood up... wait it was standing up?

Now that nothing obscured your view of the uninvited guest, you could see it was a tall balding man wearing tattered clothes that looked a little to small for his impressive size but what made you more nervous was the blood that coated his face and the intense look to his eyes that honed in on the clambering form of the customer. The two of you and your loyal customer had both fallen to the floor, when that had happened you aren't sure, having been lost in the gaze of the now recovered beast of a man. You scooch backwards into the 'safety' of the backroom and jump to your feet, ready to close the door on the heels of your customer. This doesn't go as smoothly as your adrenaline infused mind had hoped as the beast crosses the small shop's floor in mere moments, lunging for the entrance. Seeing no choice, you close the door early and bash it into the customer in the hopes of knocking him inside and blocking the attack of the beast. 

This works for the most part though the flailing limb in an unintentional duplication of your own move, grabs the customer and yanks before tearing away. You manage to get the door shut, locked, latched and barred as you push a wooden manager's desk against it. The once quite evening is now filled with the crescendo of bashes against the door which is turning out to be much less solid than you once believed, seeing the wood splinter a bit more with every attack. It's at this moment you notice that rather that a chunk of the customer's shirt being ripped away by the beast outside, it was a hunk of the man's flesh. It didn't seem to be life threatening, just a couple of gashes above the shoulder blades but there was a lot of blood gushing out. 

You weren't in as dire of straits but time was still of the essence. Your eyes darted around the room but your focus mostly fell on three things;

-[i][abbr=You need to stop that bleeding ASAP unless you want him passing out on you. Mind you he's been pretty quite since the attack, not even screaming after getting his arm gouged...]The customer.[/abbr][/i]
-[i][abbr=There's a lot of crap that either turned out to be not worth the shelf space or the station lost the license to sell (ie fireworks). Some of it might be useful to defend yourself but by the way the door was breaking down, maybe fighting was the wrong move here...]The unsellables.[/abbr][/i]
-[i][abbr=The outside is a complete unknown at the moment. Chances are that fox you heard earlier wasn't a fox so who knows what's out there tonight. That being said, sometimes the devil you don't know is better than the one breaking down your door.]The back door.[/abbr][/i]