"That's the legal system for you." A half smile crept onto his lips as he took the knife, his brow raising at the sheer bulk of the thing. It certainly looked like a blade that a military officer or a mercenary would use(like he had experience with mercenaries...). He held the blade in his right hand as he continued walk to walk forward, eyes darting all over. Once in front of the double doors, which could be quickly deduced as the source of the scratching, Norman took a deep breath and opened the door. 

A soft moan and gurgle came from Norman's feet, his eyes looking down to spot what was once a man, his back covered in blood, hair matted to his head. The man turned on his side to reveal a slightly torn open sternum, ribcage protruding. Norman spun around on his heel and quickly walked a few feet away from the atrocity, hands on his knees. 
"Tell...tell me that's fake!" He looked back, the body now still on the ground. From within the mall, faint screams could be heard along with popping noises and even...moans? Norman breathed in sharply, the stench of blood and decay bludgeoning his senses. He stood up erect now, breathing shallow as he turned around. 
"What caused this?" He mumbled, walking past his companion and the body into the mall itself. The massive glass ceiling gave little light due to the cloudy nature of the day, dim red lighting running along the carpeted walkways serving as the only illumination. He could see smoke billowing from one of the stores below, bodies strewn across the lower and upper floors. 

"What nightmare did I walk into?"