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[color=f7976a]Location: Mall Parking Lot | Interactions: None[/color][/center]

	"Hold," Rex whispered, squatting down beside an abandoned car, his body leaning against the passenger-side front wheel while his eyes peered over the hood down yonder, gazing at a mass of people who seem to have assembled in the middle of the parking lot of the Sawgrass Mills Outlet Mall.  Rex's partner acknowledged the command with a small, subtle huff. The people... they moved funny.  They seemed as though they could never truly attain perfect balance and their joints appeared rigid, their extremities piloted with a total lack of precision. Rex immediately knew why.  These weren't people at all.  These were what people became after.

	His eyes were covered in the shadow of his black hat's brim as he squinted to try and see just what was motivating this small horde to gather.  These morbid shells of flesh always seemed to have a singular motive; hunger.  No doubt they found something or someone to sate their appetites, but the crowd was too dense to see passed.  It was hard to confirm what the prize was.  Regardless, he and King didn't hear any screams.  The worst part was already over.  Now all that was left was the grotesque consumption of their victim.

	Rex let out a disappointed grunt.  In times that he could help the living, he would.  It seemed as though he was too late to be of any service here, though.  No point in wasting energy or ammo on these biters.  They were distracted and would continue to be until every last morsel of their victim was gone.  Rex looked to King and the German Shepherd immediately met the gaze awaiting further instruction.  Rex brought up an index finger and touched right between his eyebrows before bringing that same finger down like an ax, pointing toward the western end of the parking lot, which was populated by even more abandoned cars, but with far less undead.  King took the silent order and complied, making himself small as he crawled, moving quickly each time he was exposed and slowing down again when his presence was hidden by one of the vehicles.  Rex followed suit, hunched over holding his bow and quiver in place on his back so that they wouldn't rustle or make any unnecessary noise as he moved.

	It didn't take long before the duo was far enough away to be out of earshot of the ghouls.  Rex's muscles relaxed a bit more and King's demeanor did as well, the dog's mood ever the reflection of his owner's.  A rumble then sounded out into the air, causing King to look sideways at Rex's stomach.  The cowboy exhaled out of his nose in a sort of laugh.  The zombies weren't the only ones that were hungry.  It had been a while since their last meal.  Rex had come to the outlet mall to try and scavenge any morsels he could get his hands on.  Since the main entrance was occupied, he would have to go at it from the side.  

	He glanced at the western entrance and luckily saw no impediments.  Looking at King again, he performed the same gesture as before, only this time it ended with his index finger pointing toward the way inside.  King immediately obeyed, moving a few yards ahead to scout the area while Rex slowly followed behind, ready to grab his bow from it's sling at a moment's notice.

	With only a few more yards to go before they were officially in the courtyard, something made the duo immediately freeze in their tracks.  There was a scream, shrill and blood curdling, followed by two loud gunshots.  King's ears went straight up as he froze in place while Rex's eyes grew to a nearly unnatural size.  The commotion wasn't far and seemed to be coming from the right.  Biters don't use guns, though.  Rex and King refused to move, trying to decide if it was worth their attention... trying to gather what the hell the situation could even possibly be down there.  Then they heard something else that sent a chill down Rex's spine, causing goosebumps to appear on his arm.  On the opposite side, coming from the left was the raspy moans and shuffling footsteps of the dead who also appeared to be interested in the gunshots.  Rex and King found themselves in the middle of a disastrous sandwich.  He looked to his dog and managed to utter only one word: "Fuck."