“What are the symptoms?”

“Were you bit?”

“Is everyone ok?”

“QUIIIIIEEEEEEET!” A voice rang out. The heads turned to the yeller as silence spread over the crowd.

“Now let's get one thing straight!” The man shouted. He towered over all the heads around him, the man next to him’s hair was barely able to give his chin a tickle.

“We’re not gonna die and we’re not gonna go back out there.” He brandished a finger, pointing at the glass doors that now separated them from the outside world. Figures were emerging, moving slowly towards the newly locked glass doors.

“EEEEEE!”

A yell came near the back of the crowd.

“This is no time to panic.” The large man spoke again. This is the perfect time to panic, Jamie thought to herself. Nowhere left to go. Stuck in some Verizon store with eight complete strangers. Some macho man who thinks he is in charge. This was a recipe for a cake she did want to make.

Scratch… Scratch… The figures were at the doors. Peeling away the lining around it. The locks were holding. For how long? Who knows.

“Relax everyone,” a Verizon employee said “these doors have held out some of the largest black friday crowds known to man, there's no way they’ll give way to these, these, things.”

His stutter did not help his cause.

As if on cue the entire door frame gave way. It was too late for those by the door. Jamie had already scampered away to a back closet. She shut the door. Crying and pleading came through, but she ignored it all. It sounded like a bar fight, screaming, yelling, she even thought someone was playing music. Finally, the noise began to die down; only a distant cry could be heard every couple minutes. She pushed the door a needle’s width open, trying to make out what was still left in the store. Nothing stirred. The store looked like it had hosted a buy one get one sale for iphones, it was torn apart ceiling to floor. She knew this was her chance. She waited another second, then flung the door open to flee.

“OUCH!” The door had slammed right into someone walking by it.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry,” said Jamie, although she didn’t feel too sorry. She stepped out to meet them. As she emerged they let out a scream similar to the kind you hear at amusement parks from the people riding the big roller coasters.

“AHHHH!” The person took off, like a hundred meter sprinter, in the opposite direction.

Confused Jamie touched her face. Why does it feel so wrinkly and old? She rushed to the bathroom and flicked on the light. In the mirror there wasn't a Jamie anymore. There was a thing. A thing with the power to divide a world. A thing that could ruin humanity. She fell against the wall, stunned at her sudden change in appearance. Tears began to wet her cheeks. She slowly lifted her head to look in the mirror again. Looking back at her was a face… Not her face… But a face… the gloriously grotesque face of our 45th president, Donald Trump.