With Mercy taking the lead and the horse waiting outside, Tony stalked into the foyer. He watched the others split up and part ways, spreading out across the mall. One hand hovering over the revolver on his belt, seeking the comfort of its ability to remind him he could defend himself, he crept along behind Mercy through the foyer and into the atrium of the first floor.

Tables packed the open area, once neatly arranged according to the patterned floor tiles beneath them, now broken and cast about the room in disarray. Glass lined the floor here, as well. Tony stepped gingerly around and over it where he could, the tiniest of shards embedding themselves in his sneakers. He and Mercy stopped, stood between two pairs of frozen escalators, to look around.

He turned in a slow circle, doing his best to keep their backs facing one another the same way Christina always did with him. The cluttered state of the atrium, the marble columns, the elevators, plants and walls, all provided hiding places for the smartest of the undead. 

Tony swore he saw movement behind the farthest escalator, but a second look turned up nothing. Mercy brushed his arm and he shivered. "Nothing," he whispered over his shoulder to her. They moved forward again, towards the food court.

To the right of the atrium, Chris reached the all-glass store front of the video game outlet. Unsurprisingly, the windows managed to remain untouched; nobody looted video games when they were fighting for their lives. She stepped inside, scowling over the five foot tall shelves, and made her way through the first aisle. 

The odd game case or cardboard box obstructed her path, but the store seemed almost as it had been prior to the outbreak. Except the smell. She couldn't place it, exactly. She raised the baton every time she turned into a new aisle, and cleared them in minutes. The rooms in the back remained, as much as she wished they didn't. Glancing at her temporary partner, Chris gestured to the registers and the open door behind them. She didn't trust Cat not to murder her the second he got the chance. "You first."