Meanwhile, Shorty had approached the door he had come through earlier on and noticed that it was indeed, sealed tightly "You've got to be s***ing me, the f***ing door was already f***ing sealing" he begun to rant out loud as he turned and started to walk down the hallway when he heard a groan "Who's there? Hello?" he asked.
Out of the darkness staggered a zombie, groaning some as well "Holy s***!" he spoke, reaching into his pocket and pulled out a gun he had kept in there, aiming it at zombie before firing a few times "Mutherf***er" he spoke as he put the gun away, looking at it a few more times before he turned and walked off back to the food court.
He sat down to join Kyra, looking at her "Yeah, some punka** zombie mutherf***er tried to bite my f***ing a** off" he told Kyra, whom in turn, just nodded back to him "So, what's your story?"
"Not much really, I was meant to be coming here with Kayla to go shoping, then of course, there were now zombies lurking around" Kyra replied back "What about you?"
"You know how it is, working at the local supermarket, I get home, my homes are all one of those zombies, then they go and bite my Grandma and of course, I had to come here, Zombie Facts 101 b****, man, my boss is going to be so p***ed off on Monday" Shorty replied back "What's your name anyway?"
"Kyra...." Kyra replied back "And my friend is Kayla too" she spoke rather quietly, giving Shorty a quick little smile.