My plan was to hold the gun no matter what happened. My plan was to enter from the back if it was open. The back up plan was to go in from the front but it didn't end up being necessary. I'd walk to the store from behind with my car parked a few miles back and all my materials in the bag I'd use. I'd steal the money and the cashier's car keys at gun point and exit through the front after making the cashier zip tie their wrists together, along with anyone else in the store. I'd drive the cashier's car down along the main road until I got to the Bass fishing place that was closed on Mondays. I'd park in the lot behind it which can't be seen from main road. Then I'd trade cars and drive back to my apartment.
With my gloves and ski mask on, and with my .22 in one hand, and bag in the other, I entered from the back. I yelled "This is a robbery" once the door was closed behind me. There, with hands zip tied in front of them and a bullet wound in the back of their head, was the cashier. She didn't even look 18 yet. With my focus on the hole in her head, I didn't notice weight pulling my left hand towards the ground. Looking in my bag, it was about a third of the way full of cash. The cash register was open and empty, as was the small safe beside a coat hanger out of the customer's view. It was just barely open. Patting my pockets, 3 of my 4 zip ties were missing.
I rounded the corner to witness something that made me shutter and dry heave. A father and daughter, a little girl, murdered execution style, just like the cashier. I dropped the money and hopped over the counter. As I did so, I saw a cigar display was knocked over. It looked as thought it was set up where my feet passed over the counter. The child. Closer inspection changed nothing, it was one and done for each of them. That's when I heard the sporadic breathing from behind the cooler section. When I entered, I saw a young man, not much younger than myself with his cell phone in his hand. I opened the chamber on my revolver and saw 3 of the 6 shots were already fired.
My plan was to hold the gun no matter what happened.
With my gloves and ski mask on, and with my .22 in one hand, and bag in the other, I entered from the back. I yelled "This is a robbery" once the door was closed behind me. There, with hands zip tied in front of them and a bullet wound in the back of their head, was the cashier. She didn't even look 18 yet. With my focus on the hole in her head, I didn't notice weight pulling my left hand towards the ground. Looking in my bag, it was about a third of the way full of cash. The cash register was open and empty, as was the small safe beside a coat hanger out of the customer's view. It was just barely open. Patting my pockets, 3 of my 4 zip ties were missing.
I rounded the corner to witness something that made me shutter and dry heave. A father and daughter, a little girl, murdered execution style, just like the cashier. I dropped the money and hopped over the counter. As I did so, I saw a cigar display was knocked over. It looked as thought it was set up where my feet passed over the counter. The child. Closer inspection changed nothing, it was one and done for each of them. That's when I heard the sporadic breathing from behind the cooler section. When I entered, I saw a young man, not much younger than myself with his cell phone in his hand. I opened the chamber on my revolver and saw 3 of the 6 shots were already fired.
My plan was to hold the gun no matter what happened.
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