Ghost held his hands one on top of the other. The area above them blurred in a roughly sword-like shape and he cut through the zombie with it. For a moment, it doubled over. Ghost used it as an impromptu step from which to leap over the rack to Amber. They both noticed that the zombies were inexorably beginning to gather around the still twitching body.
“There can't be a good sign,” Amber muttered.
“It is however, clearing out the rest of the shop quite well,” Ghost mused. “may as well take advantage of it while it lasts.”
They headed over to the Alternative section, which was indeed much smaller and contained only a lone akinny zombie in a disturbingly short skirt staring fixedly at something in its hands.
“Okay the ‘A’s are over here so we want to be…” her voice trailed off “you've got to be kidding me.”
Ghost followed her line of sight to the zombie. “There?” he asked.
“Where else?” she replied.
The zombie showed no signs of moving away.
“You cover me, and I'll reach over and try and find it.” Amber said handing him the two shotguns. Ghost levelled them at the zombie, being careful to keep an eye on the rest of the shop. Carefully Amber reached over the dividing rack, shuffling herself forward on stomach until she could reach.
“It's not here either,” Amber said as she finished searching through the CDs for the second time. As she slowly she started to pull herself back she saw what was in its hands. “Oh great, it's got it.”
By this time almost only a few zombies hadn't joined the crowd. For a moment, Ghost found himself wondering what you called a group of zombies? A hoarde, maybe. Strange the things the mind focuses on.
“I don't think this is going to go well,” he said softly.
“Plans?” she asked hopefully.
“On three, grab the CD and keep your head down. One, two,” the zombie turned to stare at him. Amber grabbed the CD and ducked. The zombie’s reverie disintegrated into anger as synapses blazed a broken symphony through its mind and it became to howl its outrage. “Three,” both shotguns fired point-blank into its face. Its arms continued to reach out for a moment. Amber rolled to her left wriggling herself off the rack. It fell forward crashing into the cds sending them spilling everywhere.
Amber got to her feet and Ghost calmly handed her back her shotgun as she slipped the CD into one of the inner pockets of her jacket.
“So far so…” she was interrupted by another howl which was swiftly taken up by the entire hoard of zombies. Outside the shop she could hear it spreading through the Mall like wildfire.
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