[B]Clop, Clop, Clop, Clop[/B] went Marcus' shoes as he walked down the cluttered pseudo-marble tiling that made up the floor of the Eaton Centre. His eyes carefully glanced around at the various shops and stalls, scanning for anything that might be of use to him. [i]Sears.. Hallmark.. Work Warehouse..[/i] he listed off in his head as he saw the big name brand stores and outlets. He figured he could grab some spare clothes from Work Warehouse on the way out. The air was already chilled and cool, bringing with it the promise of winter. With the clothes he had, he knew that he couldn't survive out in public for long without getting frostbite or ammonia. Finally, his quiet walking led him to the Food Court, which raised his spirits. He knew that thanks to back-up generators that lasted for months, the frozen food supply was untouched and unspoiled. He reached into his oversized backpack and produced a large sealable garbage bag. He knew that once the food was out, it would take an hour to get back home before it defrosted and started going bad, so he had to hurry. Luckily, the subway system was nearby so he could take a shortcut back to the Z Bunker.

However, as he reached the first stall which used to be a KFC, he heard a shuffling noise and spun around to see the outline of a figure wandering the outlet. It was walking properly and there seemed to be nothing decaying or falling from its body, so it seemed to be another survivor. Just what he needed, somebody who was here to take his food and probably kill him. He knew what needed to be done and placed the large backpack down as bait, before he tossed a plastic tray. It echoed and clanged along the floor as it slid, which would obviously attract the attention of the figures he now saw piling into the mall. Thankfully, it would only have been loud for the direct area around the food court, so unless an Infected was roaming that location, then they would have remained anonymous. He quickly ducked behind the counter of the KFC and grabbed his handgun, loading it rapidly as he heard whoever and whatever the figures were approach his bag. This wouldn't be the first time he acted like a murdering scavenger.. But he wouldn't let anybody get in the way of saving the others he had rescued. With any luck, he wouldn't have to kill these people.. But there was always a risk involved.