I Feel Better Now

The door opened a chime chimed a clerk looked up to see his last sight, the hilt of a dagger protruding from his forehead.   By the time the first droplets of blood began dripping down the clerk's face another blade had found it's way into the chest of a costumer who had previously been checking out the latest overly trendy cell phone's, it was as this poor bastard's body hit the ground that the first horrified scream rang out.  Within seconds a half dozen more followed the first, amplifying as another dagger lodged into a second clerk's arm with a sickening thud-crack as it both embedded and broke the bone underneath.  

It's a small store, cramped...little cover, no where to run no where to hide, but more importantly only one way in & out.  A perfect death trap.  No one was sparred, within two minutes all three clerks as well as the afternoon's customer's lay stacked in a pile behind the counter, their blood telling the tale of why this tragedy had to happen.  The writting was literally on the wall, "Fix Your Fucking Internet, Or This Is Only The Begining."