Even Billie had a secret side of her that loved Halloween. She missed the parties, missed the overall atmosphere. Dressing up as someone or something else for a day was somewhat something she missed. She had a bit of child in her that craved to dress up and just pretend the zombies were little fuckers ruining her Halloween night. Drunks, dazed by the rush Halloween provided. But she didn't feel like being an undead in an inappropriate costume. Odds were she'd be absurd and wear something that was made for a child. Maybe she'd be Cinderella or something. A morbid part of her wanted to dress up as an undead , but being shot at wasn't in her game plan. Not to mention, she might offend people.
Blue eyes scanned the area for useful items. Some people just wanted clothes and Billie decided to bring a bag and provide clothes for both genders and all sizes. Eventually, she was in the storeroom. Maybe there were some goodies she could keep for herself. She found a flash light and that was about it. However, there were some various costumes and items for Halloween. Her lips couldn't help but form into a smile. Halloween..it could be possible again right? Someone would bring the holiday back from the dead. Now she was thinking about looting a bar for some drinks so people could be dressed up and drunk.
Normally, Billie wasn't the type to get a cheap thrill from scaring someone. But for some reason, she had a skip in her step on this day. She waited until the stranger was comfortable, doing whatever the hell she was doing. When the young blond spoke, Billie jumped from her hidden place and extended out her .45 caliber pistols. "Hands up!" Shortly after, she just laughed.