Mark opened the glass doors to the Food Court calmly, and satisfied, taking a big drag off his Black Label cigarette. He was covered in from every inch of his body, blood even tripping from his chin, and his nose, but he went to wipe it away with his free hand. Mark quickly noticed a a man, and a women, along with a young child in the corner of the Food court to his left, defending themselves from attacking Zombies behind the bar, throwing wine bottles, plates, and other stuff in an attempt to defend themselves.
" Haha..." Mark could only laugh, what idiots... Mark knew they were dead, it was 15 to 3, and Mark was not about to get himself killed over a few dumb asses... So he decided to hide behind some stacked barrels, and watch.
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