For a brief moment Frank considered taking the risk and trying to get to the van... but couldn't bring himself to chance it. All he'd have to do is slip once and it would all be over. He gritted his teeth as he crossed the highway and pulled open the door to the abandoned building on the other side. He closed it back just in time to sever the head off of a small sparrow. The next few seconds were filled with the sound of tiny dead bodies colliding into the glass windows and door. Thankfully, the undead birds didn't have enough strength to penetrate through and many were left splattered stains on the sidewalk outside. After a few minutes the birds began to fly back to their posts on the edge of the mall, maybe later they'd get some other hapless survivor traveling alone in the dark, but not tonight. Frank leaned against the stores counter next to a cardboard cut out of a space marine from a newly released game. He had made it just in time, another second and he would have been bird food. Frank sat his bag of food on the floor and took out the bottle of water he had gotten earlier and had a drink. Afterwards, he placed it back in his bag and checked his revolver, two shots left. "Damn, I shouldn't have wasted a shot on that bird..." Frank said to himself as he got up off the floor. "Might as well have a look around. I don't think they'd sell bullets here, but maybe they have something else I can use..."
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