Derp and Soldier were chilling at their hotel in England, listening to whatever radio station. They had recently went to Englad to get away from their problems back home, but while there a zombie virus ran ramped across the earth. The infection had been going on for 1 month now, it was still a bit chaotic with cars driving by and people screaming for help. But our 2 heroes were perfectly safe, for the time being that is, I mean who's ever 100% safe in a-... Anyway, supplies were dwindling, and it wasn't quite nightfall yet, so they could still go out and search. They have 3 places in mind, The Gas Station, rather close by. A Drugstore, around 2 miles down the road, or a Mini Mall, 10 miles away.

Soldier was fine with which ever, but Derp was the one thinking here... Until he finally said: ...

Derp: Frying Pan
Soldier: Pint Sized Bat

"We really need food. Let's go to the mall, I guess." Derp said, taking his frying pan and opening the door. Greeted by the face of a rotting zombie, he smashed his Frying pan into its face. He smashed its head yet again when it was on the ground, to be sure. The noise attracted another Zombie and pushed it away, smacking it upside the head with his frying pan. "Clear, but not for long. Come on!"

Soldier gathered what bearings he had, and ran with Derp down the street. After and hour and a half of close calls and running, they found themselves 30 feet from the mall. "I dunno Derp, the place looks like shit. I'm sure there's plenty inside, but there's also more than plenty of zombies inside." The Mall ran amok with tattered bodies and undead having a little feast. "I have an idea, it may not be up to your expectations, but it'll get us inside alive... hopefully. While they preoccupy themselves with the bodies, we could just sneak in, unnoticed. Get ourselves a market stall, close down that gate around it, and kill the ones that followed us in the stall. Whadda ya say?"

Derp nodded quietly, walking slowly and steadily to the back of the mall. Smashing the face of a zombie he found, blood and bits of brains staining the wall. He stepped over the body and crouched. Slowly making his way to the back entrance, he peered into the window. Three zombies near the entrance inside. The door opening would most likely draw their attention and then they'd have to bolt or make their way to a stall. Fast.

He made hand gestures, putting up three fingers to signify three, making two fingers do a shamble motion to indicate zombies.

I sneak of behind one of them and repeatedly smash her head in with the bat. The 2nd takes notice, so I hit their leg, and start wailing on them when on the ground. The 3rd one grabs me leg as I begin to stand up from crouching. "DERP! GET THIS GUY OFF ME! DERP!"

"Shush! Be quiet!" Derp proceeded to smash the ever loving shit out of the back of the zombies head, "Congratulations, you have just attracted every zombie in the vicinity!" He said, smacking his pan against another zombies head. "We have to go. Now." The sound of groaning. Multiple. A hoard. "Run." Derp bolted out the back door, turned the cornor and continued running away.