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Shopping Trip

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"The fuck was that?" He looked around in an attempt to identify it. A shopping cart? Here, in this part of the mall?

Then there was another sound. A cry of some kind. "Bzaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!"

Okay, that definitely wasn't a zombie. Or a survivor. Maybe another of those goddamn psycho clowns? He wasn't scared. After all, he had covered wars.

He jumped as there was another "Bzaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!!" right in his ears and to his surprise, his clothes went flying.

Some creatures that could have been white rabbits, only running around on two legs, dashed past him and scooped up his clothes into the shopping cart they were pushing.

He reached down for his camera and found it was gone. Taken by those things. And for the first time in his life, Frank West felt truly exposed.