After a Black Friday tragedy happens in Massachusetts, Zuma and his friends end up targets in a murder spree with a axe wielding manic.
ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ: @ʟɪsʜᴡʀɪᴛᴇs
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THANKSGIVING DAY WAS Zuma's favorite holiday because of the turkey, hanging with his friends and family. He especially adores the turkey. Zuma was setting the table as Scuba was helping their parents with the food.
"Zuma! Remember you're giving thanks." His mom said as Zuma rolled his eyes.
He didn't mind giving thanks. It was just that his mom kept on telling him every 5 minutes as if he was going to forget.
Scuba brought out some of the food. "Turkey's still not done."
"Okay." Zuma said, looking at his watch. "Shit! I have to work."
"You're working on Thanksgiving?" Scuba asked unbelievably.
"Yep. I'll try not to be long." Zuma said as he grabbed his coat.
"See you later man." He said as he and Scuba did their handshake.
Zuma said bye to his parents as he left the house.
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Zuma arrived at his job. He hated his job but he knew that he needed it. He parked outside where the employees park and entered the restaurant.
He put on his uniform and went to his first table. "Hi. How may I help you?"
"Yes can I get the walking salad please." A white man asked. The man looked at Zuma and gave him a glare.
Zuma frowned his brows but he wrote down his order. "Anything else?"
