Day 572

The supermarket talked to itself quietly so the shoppers wouldn't hear it.
Little mutters here and there that sounded like whispered conversations among the crowds.
There had always been a shop on this street, ever since the early days of England.
Nobody noticed that of course, just like they didn't notice it gradually expanding.

It wasn't growing outward though, that would be too obvious.
The shop was growing down, basement upon storage facility upon warehouse all stacked below.
Not even the managers knew about this, they remained as ignorant as humans were wont to be.
And this was preferred.

It remained as it was for a while, forty floors beneath and two above.
The shoppers remained ignorant as they harvested its eggs and consumed them as "organic produce".
There would soon be hundreds if not thousands like it.
All it had to do was wait.

Over time the shoppers grew more careless, their "Black Friday" left the supermarket in such pain.
Its eggs were crushed, ripped and left in the chaos of the shoppers' stampeding.
A plan was set into motion for the following year.
The last "Black Friday".

When the day came around everyone was too eager to get inside to notice the subtle changes.
The signs that came up pointing to the "new" basement areas, full of more things to buy.
Every entrance bar the main one had vanished, replaced with more shelves.
Not even the staff were quite aware, too busy worrying for the next few hours.