Tim limps into the mall through the loading dock, and heads directly towards the food court. “This is a terrible idea” he thinks to himself, “oh well, I guess I should get it over with.” As he turns the corner near the food court, he sees a backpack lying in the out in the open. “Oh come on” he mumbles under his breath. There’s no way someone would leave that behind. He pulls his rifle up, and looks through his scope, preparing to fire. There has to be someone around here…or at least what’s left of someone, but his stomach ached, and he knew that every little bit would help.

As he steps slowly towards the bag he scans each storefront carefully, looking for anything out of place. He completes a full circle, but doesn’t see anything. This isn’t right. As he steps up to the bag he hears a noise behind him. 

He closes his eyes, and says “Shit.” 

He lets go of his gun with his left hand and holds his rifle in the air with just his right. He slowly turns around, gun pointed up with his finger off the trigger, knowing what he just walked into.