Mod: Inside the store
The overhead lights are dull and unlit, the aisles seem spotless but underneath the slightly musty smell in the air is a sharp metallic tang of spilled blood. At the end of the aisle, past a display of sunglasses, the floor is splattered and sweared with blood. A few feet to your right, splayed out in front of a broken cooler and surrounded by cans of soda, is a man lying on his front, head turned away.
At the far end of the back of the store is a service door for staff use, also smeared with blood in the form of a hand-print. The door is closed.