Tales From the Burgerverse: Christmas Shopping

I showed up after it all went to hell when I first heard the news of what happened in Purity, a town of 14230 about two hours northwest of El Paso, Texas. The town's Walmart advertised a 90-98% sale on everything for Black Friday. By the time I got there at 2 AM, the roof was caved in and smoldering as noxious black smoke from the burning petrochemicals seared the sky. I had a plan for this kind of situation: Just get a few trailer trucks just to haul all the loot I would scavenge from these destroyed places. The problem wasn't getting in at the time. The problem was more finding space for everything. The now derelict vehicles of the parking lot held little of value save some spare change both in US dollars and Mexican pesos, since it was common for people in the area to go to Ciudad Juárez for work or to see family. New Mexico license plates were there, same with plates from Mexico. Anthony, a small city split by the Texas/New Mexico border, was within the vicinity of the radio advertisement of the Purity Walmart. Cars that couldn't find a parking spot simply parked in the main street of Purity, making the entire town grind to a screeching halt as not even the emergency services were able to get through. I used what cell service I had to contact a friend of mine who was told about my adventure.
"Yes, I'm at the Walmart in Purity. Anything you want while I'm here?" I asked him over the phone.
"Ya rly. Poutine." A voice said back.
The arid red clay of the region mixed with the unusually humid weather made the air painful to breathe in. The putrid stench of molten plastic didn't help matters that much either. The closer to the utterly destroyed automated glass doors I got, the wetter the ground got. I was barely ten feet into the parking lot from where my trailers were set up and already, I had to move aside the trampled remains of an obese person wearing a stained pair of shorts cut from jeans that wore out. The hydrophobic boots I brought with me were going to be in for a rough day if this is what greeted me, as a water line was apparently torn from the walls. The sewers were so overworked they slowly flooded the main street, pooling out with raw sewage, water, fatbergs and whatever else people flushed away despite the warnings saying do not flush. The heinous odor overpowered the peppermint oil I put in my gas mask as the squelching of fluids underfoot were one of few sounds left in the town. The audio system, surprisingly untouched by the events, played a rather mundane Christmas tune using a piano instead of bells. Walking slowly to avoid slipping, the doors were hard to squeeze through due to the smoking wooden support beams of what once was the roof.
"It's going to be a long day..." I said to myself, hauling out boxes of whatever I could find.
The employees only door was locked, but due to some sort of heavy blunt object being thrown into the door, it was caved in. A hard kick sent the door flying open as it collided against what remained of a desk. The desktop was torn free with sheer strength and a couple drawers were torn out. The bone fragments and red mist on the ceiling didn't take a genius to put together about what happened. All I found in there was about fifty dollars that weren't even usable due to how waterlogged they were. Shards of glass crunched and scratched the bare concrete as I stepped in the piles, and as I stepped into the ruins of what could reasonably be assumed to be a toy aisle. The spokes of bike tires jutted out like punji stakes, and some poor bastard got knocked over and got impaled.
"To think this was over a twenty-dollar bike that would rust away in someone's garage." I quietly muttered before tearing a box of imitation Lego bricks from a cold, dead hand.
Upon my twelfth traversal into the ruins, I heard something shift in the hardware section before the grinding of sheet steel sent a monsoon of sparks into a downpour upon the aisle. A section of roof collapsed under the sheer stress and structural failures caused by the damage. As I approached it, the smoke grew thicker and with the shifting of the winds, instead of going away from me it slowly marched towards me like a legion of soldiers sent out into the fray. The knocking over of a can sent me looking in that direction, worried about whether it was a shelf that was bent or something worse. Slowly approaching, it was simply the bent shelf.
"Probably still edible enough." I said as I prepared to grab the dented can. "Chef Man-R-D... can't even find the real canned food anymore..."
By the time I got back to the doors to return to my scavenging, the debris in front of the door made it impossible to enter. A thunderstorm started rolling in, further worsening the flood issue. When I kicked the rear entrance door down after several attempts, I was greeted with the sight of failed attempts to barricade the back inventory from a ravenous horde of crazed fools. A forklift battery was leaking hydrochloric acid and lead sponge from several bullet holes, making the burning air even more dangerous with acid fumes and lead dust. Few things were left that were undamaged, for they were forty feet above the ground and required significant amounts of climbing to reach. None of the effort was worth the risk to get a box full of plastic trinkets that will melt when indirectly looked at. The lead manager's office was completely barricaded, outside and in. Fortunately, the window was broken through as what once was the manager got a mouthful of glass before the person responsible got axed. Using an entrenching tool to force myself through the window, the entire small room completely in disarray as the air conditioner was caved in and leaking refrigerant gasses. The computer and monitor were stolen, and the audio system was stuck on a loop, repeating the same thirty seconds of audio: The first thirty seconds of the song "Oh, Christmas Tree", but the lyrics replaced with piano.
The first truck finally left after my thirtieth box was set inside, with a box full of canned gravy labelled as fragile.
"How'd that get here anyway..." I asked myself as the sun shone over the ruins of Purity.
The second truck was filled up with the last of the salvaged miscellaneous items as I headed off into the west. The worst part isn't the fact I had to do this to get stuff for Christmas. It was that I had to drink Dasani.
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