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I walked down a few of the aisles. Carrying a camouflage book bag that I'm pretty sure belong to, Tord. But he's going to deal with it because I need it more....

Thankfully I had picked up some medicine: Aspirins, Tylenol, Ibuprofen and bottles of alcohol/peroxide. Right now I was in the back of the store. Looking behind the counter where they keep all of the prescribed medicine. Hoping I'll be able to find some antipsychotics...

Pharmaceutical workers we're all dead in the back. Some look like they had their throats ripped out, while some looked like they overdosed to save themselves from dealing with the pain of being eaten alive....

One worker in particular was a woman. And elderly woman... At least by her hands I could tell. As for her face, it was completely eating off. Showing nothing but the skull. The foul stench stung my nose, felt a gag reflex in the back of my throat, wanting to throw up but try my best to hold it in. Not wanting to waste any type of nutrients or food I had left inside of me.

Right in her laugh, she had a big leathery red purse. But her bloody and flesh torn fingers had a tight grip on it. Placing my bag down. I grab a hold of the bag trying to pry it out of her hands. This lady really didn't want anyone taking her bag huh? Like I'm going to give it back, I'm just going to take anything inside that I might need.

With one final tug I manage to break it from her grasp. Sadly her arms came along with it. Apologizing to her mentally, as I give her back her arms. Wiping the blood off of my fingers from touching her. I open up the purse to see what she had inside...

....Well-

Obviously cigarettes are out of the question. We're trying to survive not die slowly. I don't know how useful the watch would be, but I'll just bring it along just in case...

I will take the lighter though, as well as the keys. Maybe she has a better car that might have a faster mileage than us? After all, Edd did buy this car for very cheap... Or stole it I don't know--

Bringing the camera might be a good idea. Maybe it could be used for research in case we do die and someone finds it. I'll also bring the tape layer as well... I'm not going to be living in a world without music.

Pills... I wonder what theses are?... Oh more painkillers...wait a minute...theses are blue. (I know they're white up top just pretend they're blue.) I read the back of them, and I've never threw something so bad in my life.

... Looks like Grandma's husband was having some trouble...

I'm going to wash this hand 5000 times the next time I see water and soap...

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I made my way back to Tom... He had handed me a small pistol. The cool thing is it came with a silencer. I guess which would be great for killing zombies without luring more. He looked tired, mentally drained but of course it was a little bit hard to tell.

And his book bag he had at least maybe five different guns? A lot of ammo too. So I think we'll be good for the most part...

His head rested on my shoulder. Poor guy was really tired. He wrapped his arms around my neck and just stood there for a bit. After all he was the one who stayed up all night in the car driving us while the rest of us were asleep. He was really selfless at times.

So, I put my book bag on my back. Took his around the front part of me. Then squatting down to lift him up, and then brought myself back up again. He seemed shocked at first. Looking at me as if I couldn't handle it. But I could, I wasn't the strongest, but I wasn't the type to give up that easily. After all it's the least I could do.

"....Thanks, Mate."

My jaw nearly dropped if it wasn't for these bandages. Did he really just spoke? The first time I've ever heard him speak was back at Tesco. But he made a high pitch nearly girly sound. This time, his voice was a lot deeper. Rough but smooth at the same time. I honestly wasn't even expecting him to talk.

It wasn't that he was mute more of selective mute. None of my business, but I guess it's nice to actually hear someone's voice other than the ambience of silence in this abandoned Mall

I could hear him snoring softly. Damn he must have fallen asleep really quick. Trying my best to be quiet but quickly as possible. Walking out of the pharmacy and making my way through. Just looking at a few other stores to see if we needed anything else before heading back to the others.

A store had came into my point of view. It was a clothing store, a Cold Topic store. I noticed a band t-shirt that was standing right in front of the window. It was one of their new merchandise too! I'm so glad it was the apocalypse, because there is no way in hell I would have been able to afford that t-shirt!

Quickly snatching it from the store and placing it in my bag. To be honest, clothes is very important..... Speaking of other importance, don't worry. I did grab some pads / tampons. If I'm going to be bleeding out everywhere it better be from a goddamn zombie bite.

*SKITTER SKITTER SKITTER*

I froze.... Turning around quickly to look behind me once hearing footsteps. But there was nothing there. I continue to hear the skittering on the waxed mall floor. The hair is on my skin began to stand up, as adrenaline built up in my chest once more. I looked down at Tom in my arms who was still dead asleep.

Turning back around just thinking that it was my mind playing tricks with me again... That is until once I fully turned around I was face to face with a zombie. The zombie didn't have a torso. As it was held up by its arms alone. It's organs and bows touching the floor. It's lower jaw ripped and its eyes completely gone! Like someone pluck them out.

Swallowing a large lump in my throat. I hesitantly took a step back. Making sure I had a good group of Tom. The zombie only stared at me. I didn't dare make a sound. We both just stood there staring. Assuming that it couldn't see me but it could hear me.

A cold sweat dripping down my face. Trying so hard to hold my breath. Realizing my shoes would make to much noise...and this zombie seemed fast ... I slowly crouched down. Slipping my shoelaces off my converse slowly. All with one hand-- I began to take them off one by one. The few clicking and snarling noises the zombie made, made my Panic rise even more. At this point I heard my own heartbeat louder than my thoughts.

Taking my socks off as well. That way I didn't slip on the waxed floors. Picking them all up. Placed them in my bag slowly. Then started to back away from the zombie. Trying to make my way to the stairs so I can get the hell out of here.

"*Snoreeeeeee!*"

....SHIT!!!

The zombie lifted it's head up and now it's full attention was directly on me. I was too scared to even be mad at Tom right now. The zombie crawling straight towards me in a matter of seconds. Not even caring if I'm too loud-- I quickly book it down those steps.

Practically jumping over some steps to get down there faster. Making it to the second floor. I kept on continue to run. Turning around halfway and throwing my kitchen knife straight at its head. Nailing it right in between its face. But it's still kept running!

This also caught the attention of a few other zombies that were hiding in the shadows. Just my luck right? Now I was completely surrounded. I took out one of the rifles Tom had gotten. Loading it up with ammo as fast as I could. Dropping a few out of my hands. My whole body practically shaking. But I managed to call myself down so I could aim.

I managed to get a few headshots while also missing. Tom was still somehow asleep!!? Dude could sleep through a whole hurricane- let alone a whole apocalypse. The crawling zombie previously ran past the swarm of zombies and came straight at me. Raising my gun up to quickly shoot it- but then it just stops.... All the zombies stop in fact. They just stared.

What?

I felt the back of my hood being tugged. Then my arm being grabbed and pulled me back. All the zombies began to back away but still stayed focused. Wanting to turn my head around, scream, do something....but the next thing I know I felt hands covering my eyes. And a painfully familiar voice sung in my ear.

".....s..h...h...h...h...."

"....i...t...s ...m...e..."

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