"Well..it's a good thing you know about medicine and shit." Izzy said to Michael. "I'll see if there's any left. If not, a bandana or something might work, right?" Back to the knife shop she went, again grimacing at the sight of those burned and mangled cadavers in front of the exit.
Wow...I can't believe we did that. But they were just zombies, it was all in the name of survival that Izzy and Michael torched those sons of bitches and left their remains to rot away on the ground. But...before they were overcome by this horrid and dreadful disease...they were human...just like Izzy and Mike...and just like anyone else left alive in this mall. Jumping back over the counter, Izzy couldn't find any gas masks, or even any bandanas or something to keep the gunk off her face. What she did find however, brought a wicked smile to her face, "Oh hells yeah!" The
mask practically screamed her name, beckoning her to put it on. So this is what Michael felt wearing a mask like his. It certainly made Izzy feel like a badass too, almost like she was bulletproof.
Returning to Michael with her new face-gear, Izzy began to notice...things once again going from creepy to downright screwed up. The lights began to flicker in a certain part of the mall, a walkway that led to the other side, not to mention...it was quiet...dead quiet, a lack of noise that caused the fine hairs on the back of Izzy's neck to stand straight, and her heart-rate pick up pace a little. Resident Evil was starting to feel alot like Silent Hill, as the mall to Izzy was beginning to mimic the Central Square Shopping Center, dirty, covered in blood, but vacant...and eerily quiet. "Come on, man. I think we're done here." She whispered hesitant to Michael. "We need to find everyone else. Maybe they're locked up in a store like we were. Who knows?"