Glass cracked and protested under the tires as the truck rolled off the access road and into the parking lot of the outlet stores.
Heat from the sun made the pavement look wet as Zubair pulled into a random parking space and then put the truck in park. A flock of plastic bags rose and fell in the thermals like lazy birds that had given up on being anything but bags.
The sound of them getting caught in the wind was too loud in the quiet around them.
He too a minute to look around, and while the mall appeared to be empty...
They weren't alone.
A handful of stupid zombies clustered near a sun-bleached ice cream truck, their heads down like the sun was too hot to bear. They let out a collective soft moan as they swayed back and forth, thier limbs hanging at their sides like they were too heavy to lift.
They seemed to be in a state of suspended animation, but Zubair didn't trust them to stay that way.
It was a good thing that they were so easy to kill.
