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Shop 'til you Drop
by Curt Covert
Even in the poor lighting of the mall, the glint of her lip-gloss was enough to give her position away. "Damn," thought Tiffany, "Note to self: Next time, skip the make-over." The rotting husk of a sales clerk ambled closer. "Gotta save ammo." she murmured as her eyes scanned the shelves, finally coming to rest on a brightly colored can. "Bingo."
In a single motion, Tiffany Amber Lawson leapt forward, flipped off the top of the hairspray and brought it's contents overtop the glow of a Bic lighter. The issuing mist burst into a cone of flame, engulfing the zombie and sending it flailing backwards. "Hmmm...cosmetics back on the shopping list after all."
She rounded the corner, making for the food court and froze suddenly in her tracks. The sight before her was almost too much to bear and she forced back the desire to wretch. "My God," she said finally, "What the Hell were you thinking with that outfit?!" BLAM! "Trust me, I did you a favor."
So many of them. Where did they all come from? Ka-BLAM! The shotgun blast carried right through one putrid body and into the next, felling them both. "Huh. Two for one sale."
"Which way now?" Tiffany mused, "The elevator? You'd be a sitting duck. Same story with the escalators. Gotta be a service-way. Gotta be a ...... oh my God!!!" Tiffany's voice jumped a full octave, "LOOK at these shoes!" There they were - a stunning pair of designer stilettos she could only have dreamed of owning three days ago. Black, sleek and her size. These were coming home with her. A searing pain in her shoulder and a sharp pull on her hair rudely interrupted her excitement. With stunning swiftness and strength, Tiffany sidestepped and sent the three-inch heel of the shoe traveling deep into the skull of her attacker in a spray of black ichor. "Killer pumps, indeed." She slipped them quickly into her shopping bags, stood atop a display rack and called out into the mall. "You can have Main Street. Hell, you can have the High School, ya freaks! But this mall is Mine! Ya hear me? MINE!!!"
Nearly sundown. "Okay. Time to go." Tiffany headed for the stock room in hopes that it would lead to a service exit. Then something caught her eye. An open register.
"Cha-ching", she whispered, stroking the bills. "Not much use for cash these days...but you never know. Might come in handy down the road." Fifties, a couple hundreds, wads of twenties - must be near a thousand dollars clutched in her hot little hands. Hot, withering hands. Her head began to swim. Pain wracked her body. "The disease... it's in the ... money...in the mon-....urk......gurgle..............BRAAAAAAINNS!!!!!!"
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