"We're just past the foyer, near the pharmacy," said Nicholas, and Mattie gave him a short nod as she stepped tensely inside the Wal-Mart and cast a long look around the store and took in the sight of its progressing ruin. Even after all this time, it seemed so surreal. Trying to push the feeling to the back of her head, she gripped her crowbar tighter and shuffled after her new companion in time to see one of the fucking undead leap from behind a shelf at him. 

"Shit on a shingle," she breathed, watching him beat the snarling figure who apparently was his mother and then joining him instinctively until there was brain matter on her crowbar and her shirt and...everywhere. For a long minute, all she could do was stare at the bloody fragments of tissue and breathe heavily. 

When the adrenaline had died off enough that she could think somewhat clearly, Mattie threw the crowbar on the ground and turned on Nicholas, spitting with rage. 

"You [i]told[/i] me your sister was alone! Why the fuck you lying, bitch?"