John sat on the counter of Hollister, his iPhone in hand, playing around with the idea of calling this girl who had given him her number earlier. And then he heard the alarm beep, signaling the entrance of a customer. He looked over his shoulder at the door and realized with a fright that whoever had just walked in was super screwed up. "Sir, do you need help?" he asked, his brow furrowed in worry. The man looked up at him and growled. John was struck by a horribly offending odor as the man crept closer, one leg dragging as if it had been snapped in two. John slid behind the counter and grabbed the baseball bat the owner kept there in case of a robbery. He gripped it tight and brought it up in front of his face just as the man lunged over the counter at him, mouth snapping. It was at this point that John got a good look at him. He was horribly pale, blood splattered all over his yellowed teeth. And was that meat stuck in between his teeth. John gagged as he threw the psychopath off of him. He swung his bat on the thing's head and then puked. "Shit! What the hell was that?!" John shouted to no one in particular. He knew that it was a zombie. or some really freaky cannibal. But zombie was the first word that came to mind. He jumped over the counter and ran out of the store, baseball bat in hand. The normally pristine tile was strewn with blood and guts and the occasional hand. The smell was terrible. He crept through the mall, peering into stores that had already been abandoned. He knew some kids from school worked in some stores on the other side of the mall. Maybe it would be a good idea to head there.