Two minutes passed and a small figure shuffled past the windows. It was difficult to tell exactly what it was. It was about 5 feet tall, but it was so hunched over it could have been much taller. Tattered black rags were wrapped around it making it impossible to distinguish any detail or even if it was male or female. Seemingly oblivious to its surrounding, the figure carried on until it passed out of their sight. Once she was confident it wasn’t coming back, Amber looked at Ghost and shrugged. He shook his head. Whatever that had been, he didn’t know anything about it. They turned their attention back to the inside of the store.
Daylight from outside was enough to illuminate up the front of the store. The mall itself had a glass roof and so daylight spilled through that illuminating the back of the store. That left a rather dark, shadowy middle, at least from ghost’s perspective. To Amber’s keen elven eyes it was all as bright as day. Cautiously they moved between the rows of shelving. Amber pointed over to a shadowy corner, where she could see a zombie staring aimlessly at cobwebs on the wall. They continued, carefully navigating around several other zombies who all, at least for now seemed caught up in their own worlds.
When they reached the back of the store, they peeked carefully out of the doors and saw that there was indeed someone at the information desk. There was also a rather large number of zombies milling around. Ghost was tempted to leave Amber where she was and go on his own, but that risked them getting separated, so with a nod they exited the store and walked over to the desk. Behind it was a fairly young attendant. She had long blonde hair tied back in a pony-tail. She wore the uniform of the shopping mall, even down to the plastic badge that with “Cindy” written on it next to the motif of several trees. She smiled as they approached.
“Good afternoon. How can I be of service?”
Amber began to wonder if she was still asleep and just having some weird kind of dream. Who in their right mind would man a information desk surrounded by zombies in a disused mall? Her right hand drifted to the handle of her whip.
“I was told that you could tell me about various people who offer services in this area?” Ghost replied smoothly. He wasn’t sure what the deal was, but something was keeping Cindy safe; he hoped it extended to them too.
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