[color=ed1c24][b]Abram - Baton Rouge - Samantha[/b][/color]

Abram listened intently as Samantha took her turn to speak. "Well... We're glad to have you - At least, I like you so far..." He said, teasingly. They agreed on taking a back entrance to the mall, where they'd find some stores to loot. It was noon by the time they found the mall - they'd only passed a few walkers on the streets. 

As Abram pulled in to the back parking lot of the Mall, he was surprised to find that it was void of any walker presence. He climbed out of the SUV with caution. He shouldered his rifle, but held his pistol upwards. They went to a backdoor that hopefully led to a store. Once inside, he found they were in luck. 

The place was a clothing store, but Abram didn't know what it was called. "...Clothes..." He glanced down at his dingy shirt - It didn't look to good - didn't smell great either. "...I really wouldn't know how to find clothes for any of you." He said to Samantha. It was true - he'd probably get slapped for guessing to high a size. Back when his daughter was too young to buy her own clothes, his wife usually did the textile shopping. "I'm... gonna look to see if we can't find some duffel bags or backpacks in this place." He said. 

He said, and ventured down the aisles. He found a large shelf that held gym bags and backpacks - exactly what he needed. He grabbed one two of the largest bags and took one back to Samantha. "Where to? Grab some spare clothes or head into towards the other shops to see what else we can find?"