"We really need food. Let's go to the mall, I guess." Derp said, taking his frying pan and opening the door. Greeted by the face of a rotting zombie, he smashed his Frying pan into its face. He smashed its head yet again when it was on the ground, to be sure. The noise attracted another Zombie and pushed it away, smacking it upside the head with his frying pan. "Clear, but not for long. Come on!"