Noise, the bane of any survivor. If there is one thing Mies knew would attract the undead was un-patterned and loud noises. They drew to it like moths to a flame. The time for a leisurely stroll through the Wallmart had now past.
But not all things where misfortune though. Sound means people and people means more hands to gather resources, if there was time and will.

Stepping though the broken door Mies saw two men and one woman standing. He looked at them for just a moment and then spoke (in an irritated tone): [color=0054a6]"Though I am pleased to meet three of the living (and probably a few more here and there), we are low on time. Unliving company is now on the way and we need things so we can not join them." [/color]

Mies closed his eyes for just one second. Though he had never stepped into this Wallmart, he had stepped into Four others. In his mind the combined the layouts, averaged the positions of various departments and finalised it. He opened his eye and said: [color=0054a6]"I estimate that Food-stuffs is 15 aisles that way, Camping equipment 5 aisles that way, and 9 aisles that way to the gun section. I am heading for the food. Care to join me? I know a way out not crowed by our unfriends."[/color]