[i]Happy Birthday! The Universe got you zombies![/i]

Avery's wonderful day had started with her going to pick up her beloved sax from her preffered repair shop, when the entire lower half of the mall was filled with screaming. Her frist thought was a robbery, but no that would have been a treat. NO, she grabs her sax to make a quick escape, only to see damn zombies-[i]zombies![/i]- spreading that damn virus. 

Terrified would have been an understatement.

[i]"Shit, shit shit!"[/i] Thoughts reeling, she stared in horror as the dead were quickly out numbering the living. Shelter, she needed to find shelter. But where in a damn mall was shelter!?  Where-

Sporting goods store. Never in her life would she ever be so thankful for the right to bear arms. Lots of arms. The moaning was getting louder as she ducked into store, hoping she could find something very big and very powerful and shot lots of bullets.