So far as Donnie could figure, there was absolutely no reason why zombies would be interested in heading to the department store unless there happened to be a sale in the snack department. Signs pointed to the possibility that someone was there, and with that many zombies as were wandering within, probably in trouble.

He winced as the overturned shelf made far more noise than he'd anticipated, but it had still effectively pinned several bodies, meaning several less to worry about trying to make a meal of him. He danced away from the blindly grasping limbs, looking in the direction he'd heard voices. Grasping his tech-bō, he made his way down the aisles, pace quickening as he wound back with his weapon to swing at another lumbering zombie in his path, trying to ignore how easily its skull collapsed behind the blow as its body slowly toppled.

"Hey! You need a ha- oh great," he groaned as he saw who else was there.