Re: WHY IS MACY'S FULL OF ZOMBIES
Eddie's screams pulled Steve out of his semi-distracted attempt to swap a smaller backpack for an overnight duffle bag in the luggage section. The distance between them wasn't much of an expanse as it was a comfortable distance that could be closed if Steve legged it.
"Eddie?" Ah, shit. Volume. Just as well at this point, given that Eddie's screams probably carried through half the mall.
Steve bolted from the spot, then skidded to a stop and scrambled back to shove his spoils into the duffle bag before grabbing the mess and sprinting again.
Double shit. He left his baseball bat behind in the frantic grab, and that meant finding some nature of bludgeoning instrument on the way to Eddie. A metal piece of a busted clothing rack would have to do. He brandished it as he whipped around the corner to Eddie.
Eddie. And someone else. And a slowly-shuffling mob of zombies that was inching closer to both.
"Oh. Oh, that's not good. Where's Nancy? I thought she was staying with you?" He gave the stranger a nod, then choked up his grip on the metal support in his hands.