“The bridge thing is something entirely separate, but I really really hate being outside of the barrier after dark. Makes it harder to tell what’s dead and what’s not.” Luke spoke almost absently, eyes narrowed at a person who was picking at a shelf on the other end of the aisle. He thought that person might have been real, but the chill up his spine when he turned his head indicated that the zombie employee was hanging around again and he was beginning to get the distinct impression that the mopping employee he had seen when they first walked in and made eye contact with holy shit what was wrong with him might have been more of the… not still on this plane of existence variety, which meant that, possibly, he’d clocked onto the fact that Luke could see him and therefore was testing the waters repeatedly before deciding to try and make some kind of demand.
He rubbed his hand over his face, watched the pasta get slam-dunked into the cart and looked up at Mickey with a smile even though this place was evidently haunted and fuck he hated haunted places. He hated them so much. “Witching hour’s neither here nor there, this place is creepy in the day, too. C’mon, let’s move.”
He pushed the cart - which was already looking healthier than the last one he’d wheeled out of here - in the opposite direction of the mopping guy, towards the person he was hoping was real, so was eyeing her suspiciously. She was dressed like an employee too, but she had less of a sallow, pale colour to her face which indicated to Luke that she was 90% likely to be a member of the living crew rather than the not-living crew.
“How the fuck do you die in a Walmart?” He asked, seemingly randomly, but he was thinking about the guy with the mop, and a couple of other shapes he’d spotted out of the corner of his eye including an amorphous grey wisp of smoke that he’d seen over the bread section which had been enough to make his blood run cold, so he’d pushed Mickey away from there pretty fast, too. “I’m guessing it’s some kind of Final Destination shit. Death’s a bitch sometimes.” Which also wasn’t a lie; if the King family didn’t right the balance after bringing someone back, Death went after whoever was nearest in whatever way She felt like.