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Deserted.
Emma gripped her clipboard til her knuckles turned white.  Forcing herself to move, Emma slowly walked around the shop, shoes clicking on the white marble tiles, as she took in the scene; storing the facts to memory.

The sunlight filtered in from the tall windows, illuminating the small specks of chalk dust floating through the air. The metal wall decor made the light bounce around the room making it seem bright and spacious. The chairs around the tables were pulled out as if occupied. Cups of coffee, still steaming, sat on the counters and on tables. Emma ducked to avoid hitting a low hanging light-bulb and noticed that it was flickering; as if an electrical storm was passing through. She sniffed. The smell of roasted coffee beans hung in the air, coffee freshly brewed. The beeps of timers going off rang in the stillness of the air. Emma closed her eyes. It was just like the stores before it. Empty – as if time had froze. “Taking-” Emma mumbled, “everyone with it.”