shopping

“This is your fault.”

“How precisely?”

“Who elected to come here? I was happy enough shopping on-line.”

“Hardly a secure option.”

“Unlike malls full of zombies, perfectly safe that.”

“They were not exactly mentioned in any adverts.”

“Some assistance, please.” Ian snapped, carrying furniture toward the entrance.

“Sure, though...”

“What?”

“Display windows would be easier access than doors.”

“Good point. Plan b, then?”

“Running?”

“Aye.”

“Stop right there.”

“Been practising ventriloquism lately?”

“No, you?”

Marty shook his head, wondering why he had obeyed.

An undead creature, parts still falling off, stood gaping. “Two lamps, wrapped.”

“One hundred, cash only.”