The clock ticked in a repetitious monotone as if time itself seemed to be going especially slow just to mock him. Leaning lazily against the counter top, Abel Hall checked his watch for about the tenth time in the past thirty minutes. His manager had told him an hour ago that he would come and relieve Abel, after his smoke break. To make things even worse he was the one of three people to even show up for work today, and the other guy had already left saying he was sick, leaving him as the only person watching the store. His shift was supposed to end hours ago, yet he still wouldn't be able to justify leaving. If he left the store unattended and anything got stolen he could kiss this crappy job goodbye. He groaned irritably and laid his head on the counter glass.
"This shit is ridiculous!" He barely yelled. Normally his manager would be on his case about swearing on the job where customers could hear, but he hadn't seen or heard from any for about an hour now. He had been alone in a large room full of balls, and sports gear all day. Oh joy. There were tons of sports equipment lining the walls and racks around the store, and he was beginning to think they hadn't sold anything all day. Out of boredom he stepped away from the counter and walked over to the case with some new expensive baseball bat. Using his key he unlocked the case, and removed the bat from it. The bat didn't really look at all special to him, and it raised the questioned why anyone would spend the price they were asking for, on the glorified club of metal. He huffed as he checked his watch again, not paying any attention to the man lumbering through the store's entrance.
Abel turned to take a practice swing when he saw the figure, and thinking it was his manager he grinned. "It's about tim-" When he got closer he saw the man was definitely not his manager, and he instantly went into work mode. "my apologies sir, what can I help you with today?" The man groaned, and inched closer to Abel, who noticed and quickly backed away. "Sir if you're sick I can get someone down here to help yo- WHAT THE HELL?!" Without warning the man lunged at him, and took hold of his arm. Abel struggled to pull his arm free from the lunatic, when the crazy bastard tried to bite him. "Get off of me!" With a powerful shove, he got the man off him and sent him falling into clothing rack full of jerseys. He backed away and gripped the bat tightly with both hands, his face tense. "The hell is your problem man?!" The lunatic stumbled as he got up, one of the jersey's from the rack hanging comically from his head. Hell, if the guy wasn't trying to kill him Abel probably would've laughed, Then the guy let out a horrible, inhuman noise, and then Abel finally got a look at his face. It was covered in blood, and decay, and it's eyes held a horrible vacancy to them. Before he even had time to think the thing charged at him wildly. He got closer, and closer, and closer, and the next thing Abel heard was the sound of metal crushing bone. On instinct he had swung the bat right at the thing's head, and he watched in awe as it flew to the ground showing no signs of movement when it fell. He poked it with the bat to make sure it was dead before getting a good look at it..Noticing how grey it's skin was , a light bulb went off in his head. There was no way in hell this thing was what he thought it was, there was no way humanly possible that it was.. Then he heard screaming coming from outside the entrance and he knew it was true then and there. "There's fucking zombies in the mall...."
"This shit is ridiculous!" He barely yelled. Normally his manager would be on his case about swearing on the job where customers could hear, but he hadn't seen or heard from any for about an hour now. He had been alone in a large room full of balls, and sports gear all day. Oh joy. There were tons of sports equipment lining the walls and racks around the store, and he was beginning to think they hadn't sold anything all day. Out of boredom he stepped away from the counter and walked over to the case with some new expensive baseball bat. Using his key he unlocked the case, and removed the bat from it. The bat didn't really look at all special to him, and it raised the questioned why anyone would spend the price they were asking for, on the glorified club of metal. He huffed as he checked his watch again, not paying any attention to the man lumbering through the store's entrance.
Abel turned to take a practice swing when he saw the figure, and thinking it was his manager he grinned. "It's about tim-" When he got closer he saw the man was definitely not his manager, and he instantly went into work mode. "my apologies sir, what can I help you with today?" The man groaned, and inched closer to Abel, who noticed and quickly backed away. "Sir if you're sick I can get someone down here to help yo- WHAT THE HELL?!" Without warning the man lunged at him, and took hold of his arm. Abel struggled to pull his arm free from the lunatic, when the crazy bastard tried to bite him. "Get off of me!" With a powerful shove, he got the man off him and sent him falling into clothing rack full of jerseys. He backed away and gripped the bat tightly with both hands, his face tense. "The hell is your problem man?!" The lunatic stumbled as he got up, one of the jersey's from the rack hanging comically from his head. Hell, if the guy wasn't trying to kill him Abel probably would've laughed, Then the guy let out a horrible, inhuman noise, and then Abel finally got a look at his face. It was covered in blood, and decay, and it's eyes held a horrible vacancy to them. Before he even had time to think the thing charged at him wildly. He got closer, and closer, and closer, and the next thing Abel heard was the sound of metal crushing bone. On instinct he had swung the bat right at the thing's head, and he watched in awe as it flew to the ground showing no signs of movement when it fell. He poked it with the bat to make sure it was dead before getting a good look at it..Noticing how grey it's skin was , a light bulb went off in his head. There was no way in hell this thing was what he thought it was, there was no way humanly possible that it was.. Then he heard screaming coming from outside the entrance and he knew it was true then and there. "There's fucking zombies in the mall...."