It was too dark to see what was going on well enough to do anything. Mao cursed, the store was also too crowded with displays to make use of his staff, it was just too long to swing around. He really didn't want to risk getting too close to any of the zombies in this dim light, anything could go wrong, even with his powers. Jaden seemed to have a good idea, what with throwing things, but even shooting pencils through the air with super speed didn't seem to have much effect on the undead. They needed something heavier, something that could break a skull rather than be broken by one upon impact.
"Fuckfuckfuckfuck..." Mao muttered under his breath, "Don't accidentally hit me, man!" He ducked a flying stapler, then scrambled forward. He couldn't think of anything to do but to body slam a whole, isle long metal rack. It hurt like a bitch, but he managed to get it to tip over, it fell with a tremendous crash, pinning two zombies beneath it and temporarily getting in the way of others still making their way into the pharmacy.
Mao then retreated back toward Jaden and vaulted over the counter to join him. "This is retarded, there's got to be another way out of here. Like...a back door or something!"