[b] Daniel - Clearview Mall - Amelia and Shannon[/b] 

Daniel shook his head at Shannon's comment. "I'm afraid not, but I believe you're smart enough not to die." [i]Unless you have eleven years to spare...[/i] He went the the truck bed and pulled out his bag. "But there's your first trick-or-treaters over there." He cocked his head in the direction of the distant walkers. "And I'll bet good money that we'll find a ghost and maybe a Frankenstein inside." He slid the straps of his rucksack over his shoulders and pulled his pistol from his waistband, half-cocking the chamber to check for a round. 

He nodded as Amy noted the he should take point. Daniel assumed position and began forward away from the truck. "Keep an eye on my six." He called back. It felt good to do this; he loved the feeling. His adrenaline was picking up and he felt himself become more aware. [i]Just like the field...[/i] He slowed as they came to the glass doors, and he peered inside to look around quickly. He saw no threat through the dirty glass, and he forced the doors open, as the automated slide was definitely out of order by now. The large hall was open and uncluttered, but garbage and trashcans were scattered here and there. 

The hall conjoined with into a four-way intersection, where four red pillars stood and touched the ceiling. At the end of the opposite hallway, he spotted a large [i]Target[/i] sign. "Should we hit the Target first?"