Day Zero was.. well, it was kind of like a homecoming, to be honest. Being a mall cop is boring, compared to being an actual cop. There was the adrenaline, the rush or being in danger - only difference is, mall cops don’t have guns. I couldn’t actually fight back, I couldn’t protect the people in the mall. I had to run, straight into a Victoria’s Secret, no less, and I hid in a changing room for a solid day and a half.
The looting and raiding had already begun by the time I ventured out of the stall, and I didn’t even bother to try and stop them. You could tell, just from the state everyone and everything was in, that the world - or at least Delta - had gone to Hell in a handbasket. I was sure I saw fires outside the mall, along with what looked like blood, and corpses. I wanted to go home, see my wife and daughter, get them all locked up and safe in the house - but then the corpses
moved. God, I’d never seen a thing like that. Isn’t that supposed to just be in the movies, I thought. Turns out, the undead aren’t just for fiction. They’re real, and the swarms of the Undying have been making my life terrible for the past month.
No one else is doing any better. We try to get by, with our little mall community. We found each other eventually, most of us former employees or the stores, some of us shoppers who were there that day, and others stragglers who eventually found their way in.
I just want to get back to my house. I want to make sure my little girl is still alive, and her momma too. If not… well, I’d like to make sure they get a proper burial, and that they haven’t become the Undying.
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