“Why does this mall have to be so big?” I call into the walkie that Leila and I stole earlier.
“It’s a mall, of course it’s big.” Is Leila’s reply.
“Yeah but does it have to be so confusing?” I whisper to nothing.
“Look I’ve been here like a hundred times, what store are you in or next to right now?” Leila asks with a little irritation in her voice.
I look around myself, clicking the button I reply with uncertainty.
“I know exactly where you are; give me five minutes tops and I’ll be there.” Is her quick reply.
Looking around again I see a nice pair of pink and black sneakers. I start rifling through the shoe boxes looking for one in my size. I pull one out as I find it and take my piece of junk school shoes off and throw them across the room. I look around to make sure that there are no zombies and pull the sneakers on. I hear footsteps approaching, Probably Leila I absent-mindedly think as I lace up the shoes. A pair of feet appears in my field of vision, only they’re not Leila’s. The words Oh crap whiz through my mind as I look up into the growling face of a zombie, well half of a face anyways, the rest was missing and blood was dripping everywhere. I prepare to run but then, I hear sprinting footsteps from behind it. Another one?! It turns a little slowly and I get a quick glance at the approacher, Leila! Wait, what’s she holding…? There’s a sickening thud and crunch as whatever Leila is holding connects with the zombie’s skull splattering blood all over my face and sending it flying sideways into the floor nearby. I look over at it; it lay in a crumpled heap.
“Holy crap.” I say, my voice quivering with fear and adrenaline.
“Yeah,” Is Leila’s blank reply.
I look over at her and she’s wielding a metal baseball bat with a golf club bag strung over her shoulder as well as a couple hunting rifles and bags of ammo by the looks of it.
“Where’ve you been Miss Commando?” I ask her with disbelief.
“Sporting Goods.” She replies with a smirk on her face.
“Take me there, like now.” I asked with a sly grin.
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