Just as Jane had said, their first task in the morning was cleaning. They couldn't do much for the building itself but sweep the debris and put up tacky gaming posters over the holes, only a temporary solution to the problem, but their only solution nevertheless. Sans had expected Ben to be as lazy as himself, but the other zombie didn't mind cleaning, sweeping with no problem. The laziest out of them was Sans, by far, he always found himself to be lazy. It was no surprise.

Cleaning took out a good chunk of their day, but it did wonders on the gaming store. While not making it any more secure, they could actually traverse around much quieter without the wrappers, allowing a quiet escape if any survivors suddenly showed up. And by collecting the food together, the small group discovered that they had more food then they had initially thought.

However, the zombie males had also discovered a new fact. Jane wasn't worried about food or weapons, no. Her main priority was instead, clothes. When she learned they only had the bloodied and worn clothes on their bodies, she dragged the two out to a chain of nearby stores.

That's where Sans stood, in front of the stores, both he and Ben sitting idly by as Jane stabbed the head of a zombie she had knocked down with her heel alone. Impressive. Extremely impressive, and all the more frightening.

Good thing she was on their team now.

Jane had no hesitance to kill, and it seemed more of an inconvenience than anything actually important. Zombie or not, Sans figured she'd probably be just as quick with any normal survivor.

Sans and Ben had warned the more listening zombies to run, and it was a good thing some of them heeded their warnings. Some even just recognized Jane from yesterday and simply backed away.

"Okay, the areas clear," Jane said. "Let's go into this store first."

'Can we go into that one?' Ben wrote onto his notepad, pointing to the McDonalds behind them.

'Can we?' Sans wrote down as well, eagerly holding out his notebook for Jane to see.

Jane looked down at their writing for a moment. "You do realize that it's been closed forever. Have you ever had McDonalds fries after they go cold?"

Sans groaned, looking back. He forgot about how gross cold fries were. He knew they were filled with some weird stuff, but still!

An image of golden, crisp, homemade fries flashed across his mind, making him pause and look back at the red and gold fast food chain. No, not McDonalds fries. Something better, homemade, with a fresh cup of ketchup alongside a warmth...

Why couldn't he remember where he ate it?

"Sans."

He turned back to find Jane standing in the open door, her hand pushed open for him. Ben already was inside, having disappeared along the many rows of clothes. He was the only one standing in the street, having lost himself to his memories once more.

"Oogh." Sans shuffled forward, following them into the dark store.

~~~~~~

Lights flickered above, blinking once, twice, before they sputtered out of their brief life. Jane sighed, trying the light switches once more. It was expected, as some buildings hadn't been kept for, damaged from the outbreak. A clothing store was only one of the many victims.

Well, she shouldn't call it a victim, because far more lives were destroyed compared to rubble. Did she care for those lives, though?

Humanity had long abandoned her, why care for their demise?

Her gaze looked over at Ben and Sans, her two newest team members, both victims from the pandemic. Ben was struggling to get out of a shirt, having apparently not realized it was three times smaller than him and meant for toddlers. Sans was stomping his feet in place, having somehow located the light up sketchers as he looked like he was having the time of his life.

It was odd. The virus had erased their memories, took away their lives, made them broken, rotting versions of who they were before, yet they both found ways to be happy. Inspiring, really.

Perhaps that's why it fit Jane much more to have zombie team members than humans. They already lost everything, just like she had. And she liked that. She liked that they were lost, that they needed a leader. Jane liked to be in control.

She didn't have control in her life before.

Never would she utter the truth of her mind, but she was rather happy the zombie outbreak had occurred. She thrived in these conditions. She was created for these conditions.

The ultimate human, dragged down by her former team members. These zombies, however...

"Juauiguuhn!"

Turning, she saw Sans holding a shirt with a pun on it, pointing towards it with a big grin.

This little skeleton zombie was going to be the death of her.

She walked over to him, looking down. He held out the shirt again, as if asking if he could get it. Jane chuckled, patting the top of his skull. It was smooth and cool to the touch.

"You can get it, everything's free, grab whatever you want," She said, "But you have to get a lot more clothes that fit, not just one."

Sans groaned. 'But it's the only shirt that has a pun!'

"That sucks. We're getting more not-pun shirts."

After that, the group moved around the store, picking out some outfits that they could take home. Ben and Sans got distracted quite easily, especially when they found a shopping cart and both decided to run and ride it down aisles. Jane stood by, holding a few pairs of dresses she found.

'Come on, why don't you try?' Sans gestured to the shopping cart. 'It's fun! I'm on a roll with good suggestions.'

"No thanks," Jane said.

'It's okay! A bunch of the zombies don't wanna eat you because you're pretty and scary.'

"No, it's..." Jane sighed, looking away. "I don't know... um, well, how. How to do that."

'You don't know how to have fun?' Ben looked at her with a deadpanned expression. 'Dude, c'mon. Get on the back of the shopping cart.'

"... Fine."

There wasn't much argument to be had. In the darkness of the store, Jane climbed onto the back of the shopping cart, easing her heels onto the metal bar. Sans pulled up his own next to hers, rocking his slippers back and forth as he sloppily wrote out how he'd show her.

Sans then pushed down against the ground with one free foot, then pushed forward. With the momentum, he moved forward. Not particularly fast, but at a decent speed before he slowed to his inevitable stop.

"Oh, that's easier than I thought," Jane said.

As a trial run, she copied what he did, but at a lesser strength. Jane didn't move as far, but Sans still clapped happily, making gurgling noises in his own zombie language, sounding rather happy to indulge in something he enjoyed.

Jane couldn't find any fun out of this. She really didn't see it. It was just pushing a cart and riding on the back of it. Like an underdeveloped bicycle. Frankly, if she were to do anything fun, it'd be a motorcycle. She's wanted one of those bad boys for years, and riding one down an empty road, with the wind in her hair, sounded far more pleasurable then pushing a broken down shopping cart a few feet and riding it. Yet, that's what she did. Digging her heel into the ground, she pushed forward again, following Sans and Ben.

'I fee like I used to do this a lot.' Ben wrote, passing it to Jane. 'I don't remember, but it makes me feel happy.'

So that's why they like doing it so much. Not because it was necessarily extremely fun, but because it reminded them of when they were alive. Jane herself never did ride the shopping carts like other children when they accompanied their parents, but they must have. Riding the back of the shopping carts, gurgling to one another, they were reliving their childhood days.

When Jane looked at them again, she didn't see two zombies that were passing for living people. She just saw two people, her teammates, enjoying a hobby they used to partake in.

~~~~~~

It seemed that despite having died, once they had the options to find new clothes, their tastes absentmindedly showed up.

Ben liked light things. Simple, breathable t-shirts, shorts, plain things. Most of his clothing options were green or blue, and primarily had video game designs on them. He didn't like heavy clothes to drag him down.

Sans, on the other hand, liked thicker, warmer clothes, primarily meant for wearing in the winter. Baggy sweatpants, fluffy hoodies, and nice warm slippers were his choices.

Ben was somewhere else in the store, trying on new, not bloody shoes. Sans and Jane, however, found themselves in the makeup department. Jane had propped up a large mirror that had been knocked down, applying on a dark eye shadow to test while Sans sat on a nearby counter, swinging his feet as he watched.

'Why do you put on makeup? You're pretty without it!'

Jane looked at the words from the corner of her eye, pulling back the eye shadow. "I don't wear it to make myself feel pretty. I guess a lot of people go through that phase of needing makeup to feel pretty, and I'll admit I went through that phase as well, but that's not why I put on makeup anymore. I know I'm attractive with or without it."

'Then why do you wear it?'

"It's like another piece of clothing, for myself, anyway." Jane set down the brush. "Like how you and Ben choose colors and clothes that represent you, I do the same with my makeup. I wear it because I feel like my body is a canvas to display who I am, and my face is no different. It's different for everyone, but I wear makeup because I like to, simple as that. It's not because I feel pressured to by my gender, nothing like that. Though, it does help with manipulating people, which is a bonus."

'Either way, you're very pretty!'

"Thank you," Jane said, "Don't feel as if I'm not confident enough with my looks to wear makeup, not all people wear makeup just because they feel ugly. Some do, but they haven't realized their full potential yet. And don't feel pressured that girls shouldn't wear makeup, it's fine for any gender to wear it. Frankly, the whole sexism crap has ruined a lot of society. Let people enjoy what they want, no need to attach it to gender. It's annoying."

'Do people do that?'

"Sometimes. Frankly, if you ask me, it's gotten so bad that it's looped back onto itself. Where some people become sexist by believing woman absolutely shouldn't wear makeup and do other femine things. One of my former teammates once ranted at me because I wore makeup, said woman shouldn't be doing that. It's every persons right to like grilling and cars just as much as it is to enjoy makeup and pink."

'At least the zombie apocalypse is clearing out bad people, right?'

Jane ran her fingers through her hair. This brand of makeup really matched her pale skin. "Not really. Unfortunately, in this environment, the bad people are the ones who prosper. The good people die saving others. It's the bad ones who sacrifice others to live."

'But your alive.'

"I never said I was a good person, Sans."

What she expected to that response following his pause was one of two things. Either he declared there was no way she wasn't a good person, or he asked her what she had done bad before. Instead, he wrote quickly, turning the paper for her to see.

'It doesn't matter, because your on our team! Which means you can betray everyone but us.'

"Oh, Sans," Jane sighed, "You sure are a special case."