"The clock is ticking!" Lindsay shouted. I tried to ignore her. I had enough to worry about right now.
Wiping beads of sweat off my forehead, I crouched behind the display case.
"We've only got ten minutes left to got to the ostrich egg before the beer zombies do!"
She rolled her eyes. "Duh, Mr. Exposition."
Somewhere deep inside the gift shop, a timer rang out. Not good.
"Oh, for—"
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