Mall Rats

Mall Rats The naughty teenager stole a bulldozer off a building site. He drove it to the shopping mall and went on a squashing spree. His victims ran this way and that to escape. Some made it, many didn't. The heavy metal machine did its master's work well. Pulping flesh, severing limbs, twitching nerves, crushing bodies. A real fricking blood fest. It was a wonderful event, thought the drugged up teen. He drove slowly, picked his targets well and got on with it. Acrid diesel fumes clouded the air and the revving engine drowned out the desperate shouts. Screams of mercy went unanswered. God didn't help on this day. The wide tracks were slick with blood. A trail of maimed and mangled corpses told their own story. The mall was a mile long. Our dozer killer was only a third of the way along. His fuel tank was full, his heart evil and his intent total. This was the day he had lived for. Slowly squashing hundreds of white meat to death. And a few mixed races too. Where's the cops when you need them? He was the bulldozer killer! Coming to a mall near you.